I felt infinity at a minute past two
and I died with great gig in the sky.
The waves swirling over deep seas of blue,
carried me as I waved earth goodbye.
I floated around beyond the realms of sleep,
lost my tongue on a different plane.
I surrendered to the creatures pulling me deep,
into the depths of my brain.
Where I lost myself among colours and sounds,
never heard nor could ever be seen.
Slowly my self melted into the grounds,
where the most merry among us have been.

Have you been bleeding ice again
in the past million years?
I saw it in your eyes back then,
the image of your fears.

Have you learned any words by now
that people can perceive?
That don't disintegrate somehow,
in times of loss and grieve.

Did you visit sporadically
or have you kept away?
You've always lived nomadically,
yet never found a way.

Is there a chance to meet you there?
Have all your hymns been drowned?
I really hope you're taking care
of the spiders we once found.

Everything I touch disintegrates into a thousand butterflies,
Which makes it hard to love someone,
For I never know how to control the flamboyant flapping of their wings.

Once the tangential transformation has caused their rise,
It's like trying to catch the midnight sun
in an attempt to focus on what each of the creatures sings.

Their swanly swirling in the air causes my consciousness' demise.
My thoughts seem on the run
from reason and the yellow insects play my sensation's strings.

Her hand caressed my cheek again today.
My burning lips they tremble every time;
And every time it takes my breath away,
To see the endless beauty of her shine.

She whispered in my ear again today;
And guided me into a floating dance.
Her touch so light against my waist, we sway
And swirl, succumbing to the weightless trance.

She kissed me on my lips again today.
A breeze against the heat of my old skin;
And I gazed into her eyes of shining grey,
Pleading to release me from her sin.

She beguiled me with her eyes again today;
And caused a stutter in my willing heart.
I sob because I need to get away,
Even when I don't want to be apart.

Her voice sang me to sleep again today,
where she's almost within my desperate reach;
and in my dreams I am the queen of fey;
I almost get the closeness I beseech.

The space in between time is filled with fish,
swimming through dimensions.
They say hello,
if they see a friend,
but mostly they're just red.
All the girl can think of is colours and the wish
to pay attention
to what's moving in the yellow
abyss of distent
in the continuum of dread.

She can not perceive the reason why she'll cry,
but in her heart, there is a cloud
and in her head her own blue voice
that sings to her
day in day out.
When in the young parts of the dry
december night it speaks aloud
by twisted choice
the fish consider
what tomorrow she will smile about.

I wander through the broken door,
the red paint of which is split.
A room I've never seen before,
in which strange faces sit.

They sit and smile, yet do not speak;
I blend into the crowd.
My face, it melts, my breath grows weak,
The faces are so loud.

I try to ask them who they've been,
But cannot find my voice.
I search the room I'd never seen
For some form of second choice.

As I navigate the careless room,
My body disappears.
I'll be one of the faces soon,
A smile forms through my tears.

The burn of the past is in the pain of my fingers
as the clouds of tomorrow loom overhead.
The fear of today should have died, but it lingers
and the key to control is in the purr of a cat.

It asks: “What's that sorrow that you speak of so fondly
and profoundly you cling to in the depth of the night?”
And you cringe and you crouch and you cry so resoundly
that the stars' tumbled tears fill with wisdom and fright.

“Even spiders have hearts that are deemed non-existent,”
says the cat who's own heart has never known cold.
The traces of truth in its words are insistant,
so you crumble and crawl to turn heedless things gold.