The moon warns me with a stern and cold stare,
" Don't go talking to her rivers anymore".
But the stars form her body, then strip bare.
Sweet science weeps, as the universe unfolds,
and wee wash up on consciouses shore.
The angel lays with her wings tied to the ground,
laughing with a lustful and lingering gaze.
"You can twist me, or keep me here bound.
I'm just a shadow that you chase around.
Come spiral with me in consciouses plays."
We fell through the clock as time shattered.
I caught a minute to catch her.
Then
the minutes caught me.
Now I'm captured, asleep, and adrift at sea.
She is part mountain, part skyline and sea.
Not all will see here. But she shines clear for me.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
The moon warns me with a stern and cold stare,
" Don't go talking to her rivers anymore".
But the stars form her body, then strip bare.
Sweet science weeps, as the universe unfolds,
and wee wash up on consciouses shore.
The angel lays with her wings tied to the ground,
laughing with a lustful and lingering gaze.
"You can twist me, or keep me here bound.
I'm just a shadow that you chase around.
Come spiral with me in consciouses plays."
We fell through the clock as time shattered.
I caught a minute to catch her.
Then
the minutes caught me.
Now I'm captured, asleep, and adrift at sea.
She is part mountain, part skyline and sea.
Not all will see here. But she shines clear for me.
