Heaven in My Pocket

Hard on feeble circumstance
The Lady in Black
Spins and leads
Her retinue of dancers through
The needle's eye, that
Same needle I've been eyeing
So long that the blush
Has gone
Those rosy fingers of
The dawn have
No grace, no peace for me
There is no light upon
This sea I sail and
Seek to please
My Lady, mem'ry and me
Nailing dreams into
Red streams which steam
And mix, a mixture of
Tears and fears
Screams and
The heaven in my pocket