I am a dream that is awoken
In the palpable stillness of night

A feast of all things
Drowning in the crypt of eyes

So beautiful in silky aloneness

Scintillating like the shadow of an imposter
Gliding through the quicksand of glacial night

Grappling with the behemoth of humanity
Dancing with the fragility of raindrops perched on the sun

A tangled morass of limbs spiked with sentience
Colliding prismatically like an unruly flock of birds

Oxygen and mayhem fluttering
Upon the parading windstream

I am the delightful trickle
Of a distant waterfall's hushed rainbow

I am a boy sewn together from scraps
Of true love's wardrobe

Rising strangely through the thunder clouds of heartbreak
Like dawn whispers caressing every particle in the solar system

I am all of these things and more
Yet in the end only one truth remains:

When love paints the dappled clouds
With wandering rivulets of gorgeousness
That morph majestically from one lovely unnameable form to another

We kiss underneath a sky
Made of nothing but us

We kiss underneath a sky
Made of nothing but us