it's two a.m. and you're still on my mind
will we always just be friends?
after every late night?
every long conversation?
every stupid little joke?
I should've known I would get hooked
I truly didn't mean to want something beyond this
but, how could I not?
you've become everything to me
yet, I can clearly see
that there could never possibly be anything more
than the solitude and silence
my love for you sits in

another moment
another heartbeat
another tear
people all around me
but I am no where near
my mind has escaped
to somewhere no one wishes to be
how can they not see
the darkness all around me
I am silent
I am empty
I am alone
yet I carry along
like nothing could be better
than all that is currently happening

they walk around blindly
like this world exists only in black and white
ignorant to the colors that surround us
they lay deaf to the sounds of the vibrant hues
but you hear them
you see them
and you radiate them
to all who will pay attention to you
and slowly their eyes are expanded
to the greens and blues
to the purples and pinks
to the reds and yellows
their worlds become anew
and it's all because of you

floating words
and touchable sounds
let them fly
let them be
and soon you will feel them
in your bones
in your soul
until one day you find
you are made of this
you are the vibrations
the melodies
and you may even discover
that you can float too

doing ugly things
with pretty people
having bad ideas
with good sensations
destroying yourself with pleasure
screaming red stains
on silent porcelain
piercing floods
in the season of droughts
destroying yourself with yourself

from the beauty of the break of day
to the enchantment of the night,
if his eyes find these words I pray
they shall find in them delight:

at the sparkle of the velvet sky,
at the day-lit cotton blue,
at the very apple of his eye,
at the girl who sees him true;

I long that his ears hear the song,
the duet of wood and brook
that grows in defiance loud and strong
for the branches people took,

for the wanderer between the hills,
for the two birds far apart,
for the battle cry so loud and shrill
of emotion that swells my heart.

how ignorant of you
to suggest that only
seven wonders
exist in this world;
for you yourself are a wonder.
you are a wondrous mystery
full of depth and light.
so dont you dare,
don't you dare limit the world
and don't you dare limit
your wonderful self