Heaven's Balloon - Count Zero

God imagine me upon your dream

Not prohibited a love supreme

Thrilled to be transmuted by pure steam

Filled until I can’t command a seam

But when it’s the same

And I can’t tell the moon

«come bear the blame»

And no other kind cocoon

Can share the shame

Of a wasted afternoon

Who’ll carry me the way that you call home?

God imagine me released from this

Substance there replaces artifice

Buried in the bosom of pure bliss

Married to the wisdom of your kiss

But when melting waves

Turn shoreline frost to froth

And no eighth heart saves

The mother of the moth

And no ghost engraves

The cross upon the cloth

Who’ll carry me the way that you call home?