What am I? A mere butterfly in the summer fly of your beauty?
Why am I here, coloured by the summer sky of your grace? Here I am to face the nurture and the chase of a diamond dragon's pace. The searcher and my crystal percher.
Where am I? I'm gliding by the land to overhead. By the starry riverbed, and time goes ahead, as I taste the words I never said... I see flower heads of lover's lies that suffer by the frontal eye of azure skies, who's flustered by the boats ahead.
Who rode ahead the ocean bed of love and lust.
My flesh is a myriad of coloured dyes. And when I wonder why, I am discovered by... What? Truth. And pain.
I must be going insane...
I just let the words flow. No image or concept in mind... Today has been a strange day as it is.