But a soft crimson kiss haunting a dream
With vincent blue eyes
Swirling with yellow stars
And bold broad brush strokes of insanity
A blood red moon nailed
above the horizon of an endless ocean
Close enough to touch
Yet too far away to hold
A finger tracing along my spine
As I lay sleepless in an cold bed
A silk lined coffin for my beating heart with a dying pulse
A pill full of dread thoughts
sleeping at the bottom of an empty bottle
Sitting in an abandoned treehouse
lost and buried at sea
A seed planted in my palm
Stiched over my chest
Blooming flowers scented with the  nectar of hope and love
Swimming through the folds of
an eternal night
Locked in robes of Klimts gold
Sinking to the bottom of a dream
Where the cresent moon reflects a kiss
That is haunting me