Michaelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were older You were looking like Picasso With a scar across your shoulder You were kneeling by the river You were digging up the bodies buried long ago Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed you were a pilgrim On a highway out alone to find The mother of your children Who were still unborn and waiting In the wings of some desire abandoned long ago Michelangelo Were you there at Armageddon? Was Paris really burning? Could I have been the one to pull you From the point of no returning? And did I hear you calling out my name? Or was it forgotten long ago? Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were riding On a blood red painted pony Up where the heavens were dividing And the angels turned to ashes You came tumbling with them to the earth so far below Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you lay dying In a field of thorn and roses With a hawk above you crying For the warrior slain in battle From an arrow driven deep inside you long ago Michelangelo Did you suffer at the end? Would there be no one to remember? Did you banish all the old ghosts With the terms of your surrender? And could you hear me calling out your name? Well, I guess that I will never know Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were weeping And your tears poured down like diamonds For a love beyond all keeping And you caught them one by one In a million silk bandanas that I gave you long ago Michelangelo