Let's please don't rush
This,
Let us grow.
Take a friendship,
One rather old,
Watch as it
Slowly
Turns to gold.

Ring the bell to celebrate,
the secret hidden by the dark.
The secret of yes love power,
that brings serenity in hour.

And now the secret it is out
One and all can start to shout.
To celebrate inside love rays.
Now and always in your days.

Strings of an unstrung mind
Without tuning has collapsed
Breaking the cycles of reality
Merging fantasy with actuality
One is not two and two is none
If not two then where is the one

The walls are spinning
Or
You
Are spinning
The bed is moving
Your head is moving
Your feet are dancing
Your mind is open to
All possibilities
There are no impossible things
In the realm
Of make believe
When you are a fact
And I
Am a point in history
I will look for you
Where the world never stops
Spinning
And colors
Taste like your name
This place
Where happiness sounds
Like music
Surround sound
In your head
The impossible is possible here
Where you never stop moving

Beyond the bleeding horizon lies a yellow star,
much like the glow above one's head when three eyes open.  
Within that star is an open space
where dew-dropped webs twinkle
like fractals of crystal quartz.
Streams of thought glide down silken strands of consciousness.

The yellow star sings to me;
"Seek further than you're told,
patience radiates like gold.
Your eyes have known
this sacred home
for many moons,
that laughing lune.
The wind may tell
'you know us well'
And we know you, little blue"

Perhaps a song for familiar souls, that have journeyed through a multitude of existences.
With my eyelids kissed by that yellow star's lullaby,
I hazily gaze beyond the sleepy hills, willow trees, and melting clouds
to see the eyes of my own soul smile crisp
like a poison apple in my hand,
cradled cautiously in the crevices of my palm.
The star contently fell behind the mountains,
humming to the melody of the rolling breeze,
fading into the twilight
only to become an echo in my mind.

I gave my soul to the sun that day
only to roam the black of night as an empty void
and see my true self once more
at the break of day.