It's raining between the worlds.

Drops of sugar in the air
And the windows glazed with trust.

People fighting on the streets
Their blood colouring the rest.

The eyes are for the blind
But that's what they say.

It's raining between the worlds
Bullets and roses all come to greet.

"Shake the hands of what you may please"
Taking the hands we try to free.

Money is just a paper to fill your pocket
And your pride,
But it also keeps their hands clean
While we check our dimes.

But these must be lies,
That's what they say
Or else why would we live in a world we fake

What do you say?

A promenade in the midnight rain
Amidst the solitude
Of a wandering mind
Racing through a crowd of emotions
Waiting for us to find
The wrong and then the right

A promenade in the midnight rain
Amidst the solitude
Of a wandering mind
Comes the footsteps
Of a thousand minds
Running in the mud
Dancing in the sand

A promenade in the midnight rain
Amidst the solitude
Of us wandering minds
A lady sings
For all in her sight.

The smell of burnt eggs and cigarettes
Drifted across the room
As I lay, head over heels
On the couch.

Staring across a broken window
Counting the stars in the sky.
One, two, three...
They appeared to distance each other away
As I went past five.

The neighbours were up all night
Empty bottles rattled across the floor
The sound of their laughter
Entered my dreams.

Woke up the next morning with the sun
Dancing through the curtains.
And my stomach groaning from it's emptiness

As I went to the kitchen
To throw away the burned.
The smell of fried eggs
Greeted me instead.

I turned around, her eyes
Gazed at me.
Her face mellowed through the minutes
How did you get in
I say,
I still have your keys, you dumb head.

I leaned closer and whispered
Thanks for the eggs.

I had a dream last night -
Stranded in the middle
Of the ocean
Trying to stay afloat.

For once there were
Waves
Fighting each other off
And
The beautiful sky.

And then there was
Silence
The never ending darkness
With it's enigmatic mind.

She stood there on the stairs
Having walked up the
Timeless flight.
Holding the hands of her
Grandfather's clock.
To make the time stop by.

The bed lay deserted
Wrinkled with smiles.
As a magpie flew in
Looking for the breadcrumbs
He left behind.

A blurred up nightscape
Brushing past the eyes
Wind rolling through the windows
And the tears way past dry.
The old V8 knew it's way
The past, present and dust on the trail.

With the Sun starting to set
The horizon came near, in the distant mile.
But still afar,
From the place
In the mirror by my side.

Or so I thought.

That evening had it's beauty
The sky was clear and the road empty.
The dial on the speedometer started to rise
As I gave it all to get past this
Last mile.
I just didn't wanna look in the mirror.

Her arms waving to me
For one last time.

Hold on to the thoughts
They run off once in a while
Across the playful meadows
And the clouds in the sky
Weary of a single mind

Dive from the cliffs
Into the  river blue eyes
Trust in them
Before they run off
From the tears we hold behind

Amidst the solitude
Of a wandering mind
Silver tracks
Under the subway light
Figurines of people
Passing by
Shades of colours
On their smeary eyes
Engulfing the darkness
Of the passing voids
Pretty shoes and conceited smiles
Till the sky is alone
And the ocean dark
The horizon is gone
Under the trees and mud
Between their fingers
They hold the lilies
Untouched
Leaving them for
The figurines to pass
Shades of colour
On their weary eyes
Looking up to their
Beautiful lives
Till it’s all gone for
The figurines to buy

White was the snow
And the branches held high
Feel the fingers in mistaken layers
Erase from the sky
Don’t strain thy eyes
Let the kingdom come
From the fathomless lies
Of our selfish minds