my spirits are soring up to the sun
racing with the wind
the clouds parting their ways for me
diving and dancing beams of light
my eyes closed but my wings are open.

poision seeps through these veins
my gifts aid my fears
silence bouncing off walls of dust
tiredness grows within bones of warriors
fantasy awakens from the earth
and reality fades like rust

a dream i had.

And you were swept away from your hive
your blood drowning like a rosey lush,
she being a sexual diveant.
You were under a black fog of spells,
your car swayed from the left to right,
a fight for a trendy ride.
And like a hero from the light
your fallen angel awoken you.
Swooping down like an eagel on fire.
turned you away from the snakes upon the dry desert.
and a press of the lips broke your bride.
and we fall with the sun becoming silent with the night.

moving like an ocean today
puzzled pieces of notion
building blocks of speed
like a movable rock im in motion.

these walls are painted white
canvas for my life
my eyes will guide my hands
and my thoughts will forsee the images
casting spells of light
words strung on strings
visions of unique dreams
music enchanting and hypnotizing
puppets and spice
elevation of flight
i will be sent with all my might

you've turned into silouttes of dreams
dancing on my walls as i sleep
flickering of shadows bouncing to and forth
lightning
thunder
and i awoke several times
you brought some friends this time

provking me in the night
i wake unkind to the light
sleep is no longer an escape for the depths of winter
that take my breath

blue eyes and smiles of warmth
the ghost at my table

we played beautifuly like strings of silk between our hands
one by one one your fingers unlached
the strings snapped like a razor
pressing into my viens like torns from a baracade
you hid your songs
and your words become hostel
i miss the chant of songs of birds from the morning sun
and the sounds of lulabys in my ears
did a new moon rise your way
because i can feel myself falling over the bleeded sky.

the clock binds me
the second hand taunting
tamberines sting to bleed

waiting for a mystery that is no mystery
staring at words that make no sense
like a crossword puzzle gone wrong

a dark room carved into a well
the sounds of echos from my chest
like a drum
hoping for an indian ritual
tears wither it away, so i can no longer rest and lay.