can i return
into the dream
reality
it is made by force
it has weight
it fakes death
i know
gods plan
has to be that way
but i don't want to stay
i want to return
into the dream
where my heart
resides
can i please go home
to a place
outside
of the cosmos
where you and i
are not apart anymore
where all the colors
are a swirl
and all
is turned back
into one

two fish
inside the world-sized ocean
both alike
yet apart

my, my
a flame flickering
gibberish
trickling
from above
making it wince

is it too dark?
to choose a direction?
my, my
don't you know?
a faltering fire
will surely dye out

there is a word
that is more than just a word
passion
you want your cause to be lasting?
this is the thing
you should be asking for

More or less?
My, my
you digress
again
and again
and again

I was going up the hill
to watch the Perseids
with no dream in my heart
surprisingly
when i came back
i had out-wished
all the shooting stars

the sound of my cat
sharpening its claws on the carpet
- why do you never listen?

this house
is not bothered by the living
it's floors
they never creak
if you come looking for someone
this is the wrong place to seek out
out!
heres the door
say no more
OUT
this house can't forgive
hard, sturdy, bricks
clean, empty, windows
quiet, plain, floors
so calm
air unsoiled by words
house
white
distant
fragile
house

Your fingers
falling
on the keys of the piano

Clock ticking
my eyes glaring
at your hair moving silently through the air

Dark blue curtains
sway behind you
almost seeming to dance to the music

This love is undying
my dear
we got the aeons on our side

This love isn't crying my dear
it couldn't feel
if it's life would depend on it

Again you point your finger
at the nightly sky
claiming it's the night of the nights

Yet all there is to see is
half of the moon