What Damien Rice Inspires

A foreign poet's twisted smile, uncanny,
Sleeping love once lost, bleeding now
The sadness of its past, lost, regained
With nine-tenths kindess quenched
By the fire of incandescent smiles.
Life's a rambling dream, sweet dreamers,
Poor are those whose time is up,
And fall again to this false-real world.
But then again a bitter side lingers,
Corrupts, destroys, sweetens the bright,
Haggles the shimmering endless stream
Of time, time, time, inexorable tonight.