I've been day dreaming
Losing all the feeling;
In my hands and in my brain.
People think I'm fucking insane,
But no one knows my name.
I've been day dreaming,
Like psychedelic tripping.
I love the smell of rain,
It's like harmony in my veins.
When there was nothing left but pain.
I've been day dreaming...
In waking sleep we all expire,
remote organics built to tire –
searching lusts for something more
to fill our souls beyond our core
We lay awake inside a dream,
asleep within a constant stream,
alone, in part, to wander, lost,
with passing time our only cost
We play as shadows holding hands
with eyes wide closed and few demands,
our every moment briefly clashing;
fast forgotten memories flashing
Here, we count down from our birth
with time a thief upon this earth –
purpose teased at every corner,
Chinese Whispers our informer
But all will realise when we’re gone
that we were dreaming every song –
that death becomes another story;
a painless world of allegory
I fear we write this book forever
as single pages bound together
to lay inside our reader’s minds
in passing paragraphs of time
Written 21 January, 2017
Had a dream that you came back to me
and swept me off my feet
oh how we smile and how we laughed
I wished I could get you back
Oh, but I know that it's just wishful thinking
this love go complicated
by some mistake
that I have made
wonder if I still take your breath away
like I used to every day
but I know that I'm just wishful thinking
and it led to wishful dreaming
I am wishful, wishful thinking
watercolor doves swim
lavender and turquoise seas
raindrops of blood
from my tired eyes
am so very lost
am so very gone
tiny droves of minute fireflies
green feathered arms
my eyes and tongue
it is so very
to fall and it
to love myself
bright orange flashes
the green serenity
my sleep-drunk mind
am not awake enough
am still alive
My beautiful goddess,
Your seductive magic casts a spell upon me; I can't see beyond your eyes.
Seeing in you a blue sky,
You shine as bright as sunrise,
Rising above two lovers,
Who, danced all night under satin sheets.
Your curved lips,
Just can't disguise their soft surprise.
Drinking wine on Sundays,
Lunch in bed.
Daydreaming of me and you, traveling east through times past;
My mind leads me to follow,
A glorious vision,
A glimmering Soul that mirrors the sparkle,
Of a sunrise in her eyes.
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