La Vita Nuova

The very things I've done to you Were the things I wanted to protect you from Objectified your startling newness Projected lover, savior, son From you sweet child, my phantom past I've taken clean and tender bones To hang the skin of all the vast And troubled wisdom I have known And with marble wax and clay Sat still, you, my beloved muse With stroke of pen and fire and glaze Always your face within my view And with a life outside my will With your beauty as my guide I'm held aloft until, transformed I fill your boundless raven skies Oh oh Once heady in the Pentecost With tongues unknown and full of praise Then one day all of that was lost Now I'm a drone bereft of faith Oh stay right there my little muse Sweet sparkling devil of my mind Soon I'll need nothing more of you And you need not return in kind But I will never rue the hours I've spent with you on every page When with affection, gave you power To keep my poetry engaged And with a life outside my will With your beauty as my guide I'm held aloft until, transformed I fill your boundless raven skies Oh oh Oh La Vita Nuova Didn't you work me over But I'm hanging on Oh La Vita Nuova Didn't you work me over But I'm hanging on With morning comes a garish light Now screaming in through every gash Where it cracks apart the stillness Of my skin just like a lash Now when I face what I've become I laugh into the ashen gloom When all my days I have outrun Again with fondness I will conjure you And with marble wax and clay Sat still, you, my beloved muse With stroke of pen and fire and glaze Always your face within my view And with a life outside my will With your beauty as my guide I'm held aloft until transformed I fill your boundless raven skies Oh oh