Love Is Swift Arrows

Room in the east invested with meanings

Open to none but the strange and the wild

Sunset encounters with destiny's chances

Envelopes marked for the personal life

Night falling, hiding the poets transgression

Blown in the winds of Aquarian tides

Echoed words spoken by token romantics

Rock 'n' roll Supermen, ghosts of new vice

Making love in strange autos whilst life’s ink

Sings always that love is swift arrows, my dear

Oh God, in some heaven whose number is seventeen

Dressed you in blue jeans this year

To torment my soul, oh, leave me alone

Rules to be broken by reckless and young men

Odes to be written by passions sick hand

Seeds to be sown on the rich fields of promise

Ends and beginnings that never quite meet

Nothing of value that hasn't yet vanished

Brown-eyed and wise as the feminine fates

Evening's sweet menace, revealing, inviting

Highways to paradise, gray lines of grace

Making love in strange autos whilst life’s ink

Sings always that love is swift arrows, my dear

Oh God, in some heaven whose number is seventeen

Dressed you in blue jeans this year

To torment my soul, oh, leave me alone