I quit singing my sad bluebird blues today.
  Tears that skipped in broken grooves
   dried up on the filth of the sun.
   Sickness, that waded in dissipated
   like the dust of snakes in dreams.
Now the sun rises.
     I watch the visually striking images
     blend with the stillness of skin.
   There's no battle for love anymore.
    Only daylight and darkness
    flickering in the background
    of your words. I watch them.
    They fuse together
    like moon light
    bleeding out of
    the night of the river.
Your face, it screams all the lies
we've been told. The subconscious
sparks of the cords in the television
Makes the square bubble burst.
It blows up, Colors spilling
uncontrollably.
climbing up the vines
through the holes
in the wall you pull
me up to the skyline.
It radiates in the distance,
pulling at the wind before me.
and my heart
it grows with the
Setting sun.