Have you ever wondered what the wind looks like
              To the trees?
                   -Memory foam embracing lions.
                         The tree's USB chords dig deep
                                              Into the mother board.
                                                          ­     Mother Earth
                                                           ­                  Braces for the hurricane.
                                                      ­                                Glass shards from shattered dinner plates
                                                          ­                                                                 ­            Masquerade as
                                                              ­                                                                 ­                            BLADES
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                (of grass)
                                                          ­                                                                 An ENDLESS,
                                                        ­                                                                 ­                         Endless charade

A white fire illuminates the shore of the stone lake,
                                              -a lake long forgotten.
Dear Silver Lady, will you accompany me tonight?
                 Let's sculpt until it's blue.
Listen to the red-orange whispers of the sky's sunset,
                   The sun's sock drawer
     In the
          Davenport of muddled hues,
    Composing the
Night sky that's ripped from yesterdays yellowed newspaper.
                  The moon re-gifted us
    A star.
                  I still visit there
                  From time to time.

Listen to the bed of withered roses
Listen to the shadows dancing at night
You are alright, Yes you are alright.
Where did you stash your synchronicity?
Speak to the walls and tell them your stories
The wallpaper scorches and peels from ash
Only you can pass, only you can pass.
The machine’s weight grows heavy with old age.
The mirror reflects the story’s villain
Camouflage the white linoleum floor
I’m waiting for more, I’m waiting for more.
This blanket feels warmer when it is damp.
Chronic nostalgia bleeds the willow dry
Concrete structures blot out the sun’s embrace
You will stop this soon it is just a phase.
Or so the middle-aged ghost story goes.

I am not the empty vase
But the puddle leaking through
The floor boards
Falling into orbit 'round
The ominous glow of
Silver stars.
A communal solitude
Masquerading as a hawk
Architect.
An open leather bound book
Written in archaic hues
Red-orange.

Velvet highways are extended out
The road looks treacherous in the dark
Through night's demons and doubt,
Burning dancers try and make their mark.
I am following the light,
That is drowning in the night.
Oh, where will you be,
At the end of destiny?
Ivory street lamps sear through night's tar
The falling horizon is still young
Lucid owls preaching in the marsh
"Daylight's song has yet to be sung"
So keep following the light
That is drowning in the night
Oh, here waiting will I be
At the end of destiny

Lost in an endless Romance -
Labyrinth of mirrors
Reflecting Jade dreams.
Jade
Green with envy.
Envy
Is splintering,
And bleeding out
Blue.
Oceans and oceans
With no valve.

Drift away
Drift
Away

Pair of golden coy fish
Swimming counter clockwise,
Watch the suns final rays
Sink deep beneath the sea.
The waning crescent moon
Drowning in nostalgia
Retreats to his chamber
To write ethereal
Songs in rosewood bed frames.