a poem I wrote for Michael Stipe...

[opera ghost]

the world is waking up soon
put your mask on, go to sleep
don't let them catch you dancing
let's plan our next retreat
the daytime sun is burning
like acid through your skin
the moon is calling from the sky
is calling for begin
let the stars paint all your pictures
and midnight write your verse
when the sun comes searching
don't let it hurt you worse
just close your eyes, imagine
the moon reflecting deep
when the sun comes up again
close your eyes and go to sleep

 

[Cute Irish Bono]

I don't know a lot about REM but Micael Stipe has a lot of insight to me!