White vines, dripping wet with iridescent droplets
Shimmers in the dancing, early morning beams of sunlight
Drifting on, bathing all the land in its forgiving golden rays
Holographic opal beads, rolling down the twisted arms
Falling below and feeding the core, drowning the worms
Eating decay  

White vines, contorting their selves up the tattered, pink walls
Shrouded by nothing, exposed to the universe
Growing invasively, intertwining with unwilling participants
Always tangling itself into intricate, harmonic clusters
White vines, climbing up the tarnished walls,
Tiptoeing through the open windows and climbing on my raveled bed

Where her pretty, peach lips wrap around the neck of the glass
Bleeding the remnants of her lipstick on the opaque mouth piece
Milky smoke clouds fill the pipe, spiraling into lawless ballets
Time stops, as her lungs fill up with snow-white spheres
Blushing cheeks and glittering, emerald eyes
Her lips move in slow motion as she exhales the misty silhouette of my dreams  

The thickest smoke ring, drifting inwards to frame my face
She bats her black eyes and disfigures it with the flick of a finger
Morphing the circle into a bashful, puffy heart
It dissipates into the foggy blur, everything that isn’t her
Then somewhere in the waves of time, she too, disappears
A vague apparition in the dregs of my subconsciousness

White vines, singing Earth’s most haunting lullaby
We don’t want to hear it so we tune it right out
As it grows at an alarming rate, beautiful and dangerous
It twirls around my bed posts and wraps me in its bitter warmth
Drags me back to the familiar black abyss
Goodbye to my love, whom I’ll never meet again