Robed Angels; wreathed in light
Needn’t flap feathered wings to be in flight
Angular and tall or skinny and stout
When they enter the room there be no drought

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

Slowly, they march and gracefully they turn
Gaze at me full on so blithe, so stern
So terrible and yet exquisite
Sometimes they grace me with a visit

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

I feel them breathe and every heart beat
It’s so overwhelming to appraise such a glorious a fleet
I can feel it whenever they are near
Warm radiance floods up my neck to my hearing ear

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

Robed Angels; wreathed in light
Needn’t flap feathered wings to be in flight
Androgynous and lovely in such extremes
Sometimes I fear they are a thing only of dreams

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

It’s not me that so amazing,
It’s the emotions I feel,
It’s a constant craving,
I could go on an endless spiel.

In the cavity of my brain,
I feel flowers of fire in bloom,
So lovely it nearly causes pain,
A heady spicy, Indian fume.

People are in there too,
Stories, heroes and romance,
They are impossible to subdue,
Their bare feet are caught up in dance.

Entire worlds and endless seas,
Colour so divine, so intense,
Faerie voices in the ticklish breeze,
Experiences overwhelming every sense.

Then here I am at my ordinary desk,
Holding a pen in my hand,
Trying to make a boring life less grotesque,
Trying to meet my internal demand.

Our generation constantly seeks,
To find the meaning of unique,
We spend our time browsing boutiques,
Or turning our self into a freak.

We all end up looking the same,
Don’t you think that is a little lame?

Perhaps we should delve a little deeper,
Let us take a peek at what’s on the inside,
Intrigue others with what isn’t cheaper,
In fact, let’s take this nationwide!

Just like that good ol’ celery stick,
What colour you turn is up to you to pick!

What we put inside is what comes out,
Do you want to reflect what is around you,
Or whip together your very own image without,
Soaking up someone else’s goo?

I dream of frothing mists,
I dream of stormy seas,
I dream of hills green and tumbling,
I dream of leafy emerald and needled trees,
I dream of crumbling castles,
I dream of the whispering breeze,
I dream of the bleeding sun,
I dream of vivid flowers and tangling vines.
I dream of you and me so many times,
I dream of rain pelting the roof,
I dream of the skies azure,
I dream of beautiful reflections at waters edge,
I dream of the smell of fresh mint leaves,
I dream of dainty glimmering flakes,
I dream of shiming fish scales,
I dream of a rainbow's colour, seven fold,
I dream the most fiery of dreams.

She was afraid you would break her heart,
But now she is willing to risk being torn apart,
She feels that need to be yours alone,
She dreams of talking to you daily on the phone,
She feels so silly; just like a stupid little girl,
Sleeping alone, her body twisted in a fetal curl,
Her heart aches for you to smile at her,
Her body longs to feel you pressed against her,
So afraid to tell you; can she ever have you?
What would you do, if you knew?