You visit me
   Sometimes
I see you peek through your eyes
Making sure the reality
   You've tried to disappear
Is in fact
   Still there
I see you
  You know,
Deep down
   In the heart,
I know is still there

In reference to your prior question: no, I am not sane. My trees are red and, my grass purple. On this psychedelic plane I speak to those within reality. While I am not sane, my mind is quite sound. All one is able to do is to describe their surroundings, outright, or abstract, and just like you with stable brain waves, that is all I seek to accomplish. Now how can you call me a mad man?

The sound of your breathing, keeping me awake.
Even and at peace you move
Slow and gentle your mind speaks to mine
But if we both were to sleep,
     then there would be no look out for the monsters that always lurk near.

She soothes a restless heart
An old soul
A weary head
My blanket
She comes to me in the quiet
When the moon is watching
Through clouds or clear
My guide
Showing me the inner workings of my skeleton
And fears
That lump I my throat
That no longer has the strength to build
But its memory there all the same
Dives my insanity into the darkness
Like a train into the unknown of a familiar land
When I am able to welcome the warmth of the warm car

Baby, I'm lonely tonight
She sang softly into the microphone
A room full of people
and I know she was alone
She never did live in anyone else's world
But I remember her living in mine
All those years ago
Lying naked under giggling covers
Watching her day dream with night eyes
Closed up tight
Listening as she always was
Her reality
In wake and dream
Whirls of color
Shades of mist
She's added a few wrinkles
And a few grey hairs
But she hasn't aged a day

The moon
She is peaking at me though the clouds
Whispering
Where have you been?
I watch her from time to time
Holding conversations with the stars
Dancing from one to the next
Charming her way through the night
Still she whispers
Where have you been my fragile love?
For she is so large
And down here all I can do is gaze
And remember
The times when I too used to dance
Among the stars
One day
One of these lonely days
I too shall return to my home land
Within the dark sky

I see the magic
Within this Indian Summer
And waxing Autumn
Half naked trees are stretching their limbs as far as they dare
With the change that is choking the air