I ran through a ****** of crows and stole the feather of an albatross from the beak of a dragon sleeping high in a tree under the cover of fading autumn leaves and climbed upon its back and flew through a tale of time where eternity was frozen and carved into flying fish and I awoke in a mid-winters dream and you were there burning the lost pages of my soul with the fire burning from your lips and you were painting a song on the walls of my heart in a language my eyes did not recognize but my blood translated every word into magic and hung each into the fabric of the indigo night sky and I traded you my heart for your hand and we danced with fingers locked and palms embraced  and we left behind a prismatic kaleidoscope of madness in the wakes of our steps and fell into the seamless marriage of lust to love and heaven to hell and your sins became my virtues and my sins became your prayers and nothing we did needed forgiving for it was all in an act and dream of love

Uncomfortable silence is the only comfort I know and it is always screaming in my ear