Beyond the yellow and black clouds
And into the red sky.
Silver archangels guide and guard me on through.
Its sort of like my dreams mixed in with my thoughts of reality.
Does not seem real at all.
But I cannot tell you how much beauty there is as I am looking and flying by these archangels.
Their wings have every color that exist.
Beyond the red skies and into the blue, there is a floating island with a clear pool of water.
As I stand before the pond I see in the reflection of the water that I am also one of these archangels.
The others all kneel and have a drink of the water.
I do the same.
I look like them and they look like me.
They then go toward the edge of the island and stand and wait.

He laughs at me

When I arch my back

Trying to get the last drop

glass windows
crystal panes
quite mesmerized am I
colored parts
crimson shards
I wish to have you for my eyes
womanly arch above my head
your shapes are all that I have bled
my story starts like your creation

there was a time when all you were
was magnificent idea
in the mind of a man
a quiet plan unwelcome in the land
a time when you were a naked chaos
trampled by cattle
the dust watched your birth
you rose screaming from earth
men cursed while they worked
a torture
an eyesore
with potential at best

Barren poles for arms
Slabs of marble legs
when your beauty arrived
all were surprised
and verified the validity
of your maker's pride
his blood, your paint
his teeth become your enameled wall
the iris of his eyes, your windows
his mind the crowning dome
his life the mascara of your shadows

the bones are at rest now
no one pounds out their song
on the old wintry walls
and the days are long
the wounds shown are old
long out of style
you will soon  recover from man's victory
and slip back into old ways
for from dust you were taken

Just like any other story
We've started with oh so blurry
Strangers we were,
I think that's a cliche from somewhere.
At the beginning it was all a blank page
And I'm a bubble trapped in a cage
While you had this heart with broken line
From the girl once you've called mine.
Maybe that's where we gain connection,
The hurt inside which obviously need correction.
Second by second we became friends
I hope it will last right until the end.
The laughs at our little conversation
It is both our path of satisfaction
There are times I'm festering in frustation
Trying to pen my way out of procastination
When I'm all empty,
You're there and refueled my positivity,
Are you the master of laughter spells?
Cause you give me happiness can't even describe in hell.
If perfection is just a lie
Then why do people even try?
I guess it lives within, we cannot see
Just like any second you become crazy.
This man with big gentle heart
We become proportion when it comes to music art,
We both shared common interest
We talk and laugh and forget about the rest.
But his heart needs to heal
He needs to be true and be real.
So wish upon a shooting star
Believe and you will get quite far
A hope, a wish, a dream, a smile
Nothing selfish, nothing vile.
But wish may not come true
So better plan and not out of the blue.
If you ever crash remember I'm here
Reach my hand, I'm giving it to you near.
Thanks for the bow with perfect timing
Great play of arch, friendship we're gaining.
I'm so lucky for having you,
Just wanna say I'm here for anything you do.