Geraldines of Now

Brave, my helping hand, be brave
And never speak of eyes dried out at night
They'll lurch behind your screen of light
To cast their lullaby into our grave
Have no fear yet of what they hide
Thorough as sweet humidity of heart
Scarlet trails behind them is their art
Catching us before we know they lied
I have no need of your flowerbed
Leave our garden before you make it yours
Shame on you if shame is still a dread
Shame on us for opening our doors
Your failure to see is grasping ours
Relentless cowards of time past and now
Frail miseries in us are your greatest powers
Have no fear, helping hands, of what may come
We are here to move ahead, like Sister Time
Crush your melodies, you vassal painted numb
Their dreams are greater than our lives, they chime