oh helena

my bright starry muse
with magic eyes
and fair tall height
may you release me
from despair

oh my fatal cleopatra
my hyperbolic dream
you are death worth dying

the care worth trying
the foolish deed transformed to wisdom
and the cruel hand to gentle touch

you are the shine in my vain reflection
the ideal greater than perfection
that made every lie so sweet

forcing me to recognize how all truth was worth believing
even in lost and defeat

often I think there is no meaning
to what I've said
and done
with you
but you are the fall I have to take
and do remember how while I lie awake
in bed alone
it is true:
you are the reason why my aim is bent
and you are the only one I love without regret