shape shifting
in the midst
of the crowded streets
I feel the energy around
I drink it up
like cherry lemonade
it's all within me
without me
above me
below me

The wicked youth spin
Tales only seen by eyes
Uncouth
They light the cigarette
In the wind of a gas station daydream
Reckless as the night is long
The days are short and sweet
Vapid beings in a realm of
Lust, eyes wild behind the
Sun kissed hair piled high
The wicked youth
Come out at night
Hide in the day

a castle made of
dry wind

a castle rests above the
azure seaside

opal beauty reflects upon the
sacred hours

where clocks tick eerily
slow

in a blank canvas
we draw one another into existence
with watercolor

The madness
keeps me sane,

the high waters
on a starry night voyage
into the depths of a void
lights my flame

The void can only be filled
for so long, until it expands

I invoke the sun
and the trees
and the whispering wind
in the midnight breeze
to heal and harbor
my fellow man
with light and ease

There's a red thread
woven between us,
tethering us
to one another

The voice of high
heavens ring
in an unfamiliar
ear, telling me
to stay right here.

In this transient life,
all there is
is right now
in another life,
we may get it right
until then,
we lay here our bodies
strewn upon the ethers