My blue love weeps
In a field of silver.
I think to comprehend the mute sunlight,
Dry wind through the field
In winter's cold disposition,
Lovelorn to the night.
Weeping in blue love
Poaring to a glass
Of vermilion and gold,
In this fever dream swelling,
In this night descending.

Your eye settles beyond.
Into a cold country lit in briiiance, a space in time...
Separation.
Drawing inside the other.
I dream of carnivals in moonlight,
Exploding in a million suns.

I wake to cold country.
It takes me to kingdoms
Of long ice cycles and deep shadow.
Night and sun and cold...cold.
The carnival explodes in Supernova, Falling to a place
Of water.
You enter it's wake"
Carrying you where it will.