I run my fingertips
Through fields of gold
Touching on the edge of your reasoning

Blue
A moment of sadness
Or the colour of tranquility

Ripping skin
Painful memories
A distance
A time that has slipped away

Single handed perfection
An artist of words
play with fire if you will
for tomorrow
My voice will hold the
Fire of a molitude

If the illusion of life ways you down
Hold fast
For we can never know
When life will deal an ace

Be ready to paint grafitti
Across the sky in the hues of your emotions  

*Let there be time to fly just once before we die