Sweet madness please...
    Sweet madness come to me
    Prancing like a fool court jester
    Shake your bell encrusted scepter
    Deep within this brain
    That suffers from the weight of boredom
    Like a great burden pressing down upon my chest
    As I gasp out loud
    Seeking only one more breath
    One more bee to pollinate my imagination
    So it can blossom once again
    Like the laughter of young girls
    Who once cackled aloud
    About loves tribulations
    Now just ghostly voices
    In the courtyards of mighty castles
    Long since turned to dust

    Sweet madness come to me
    Not sneak footed like some thief
    Creeping up from behind in the darkness
    More like a marching band cymbals crashing
    Singing loudly for all to hear
    "Be kind to your web footed friends"
    Festooned in silly hats with feathers erect
    Like some Sousa hard on
    Back arched and chest thrust out
    Proud of the joy you will bring
    Chasing away this death dirge
    That holds sway upon my mind
    So that we may march together
    To that mysterious land of La La
    That folks so often speak
    Yet none can describe

    Sweet madness come to me
    On the imagined wings of loves dove
    Who's feet perceived by madness
    Become mighty talons to grasp me
    And carry me up into the air
    And away to lush memories meadows
    Where in some hidden valley in my mind
    I can once again dance with her
    And hold and kiss her sweetly
    And swear my undying love
    And be like a young man again
    And not some old withered fool
    Who can now only speak with words
    Which once flowed so easily from my lips
    But can now only be read by others
    To whom I do not speak

    Sweet madness come to me
    Like a flame to dried brush
    Roaring upward along the dry creek bed
    That once flowed with happy thought
    Now dusty and rock strewn
    Parched like my wrinkled gaze
    Flickering in the firelight
    Unrecognized in this old mirror
    That once held your glorious face
    But now only reflects truth unwanted
    Burn away my memories and visions
    Leave me addled and drooling
    Taken by times dementia to the unknown
    And to the unseen and unspoken place
    Where your glory must reside
    Sweet madness please...

    I beg you