The man in blue
he flew into my room when I was still a child
dreaming away at day, at night
and having him bed me on a cloud
He was the first to give me a name
a phantasm I bathed in
without any shame
he was not meant to last
but oh so mad´ning tragedy has it
that he always returned
just never to stay
Still warm are the sheets
and a white morning greets
the pale small girl
resting on a chest
that once was the nest
in which he carried her out of the window
the Man in Blue
and this, and this, and this,
this moment only
is all there is
And now another night has come
Mr. Blue, long have you been gone-
for a day, a week, a year, a decade
I do not care - time cannot measure
what lays here so bare and scarred:
The unending story sold by my heart
to anyone, anyone but you
just to feel that any of all this true
and I am free to hold on to the girl
who has made and stayed with the Man in Blue
to be left and bereft of her mind, her name
over and over again
DAMN YOU!
Can´t you stay for a while? You are not superman!