Drowsy afternoon
Rainbow rolls across meadow
Ancient vision springs
Gaining altitude
Oneness whispers to all things
Now in me find peace

Drift on fragrant breeze
Roses and lavender bloom
Encouraged by rain
Active wild blossoms
Matter unfolds energy
Space and time unbound

At night I find myself in dreams of indigo.
In the background are soft subtle hymns.
I walk slowly among the field of blue as the winds blow.
The iridescent moon shivers and shines.
Giving the lovely flowers their beautiful glow.

The birds, they fly over clouds so serene.
The fireflies dance their dances over top the iridescent fields.
I'm left standing In awe at this beautiful scene.
as I begin to wake, and the night begins to yield.
I found myself thinking, obsessing, over my indigo dreams.

Oh to be a blade of grass
Caressing her thigh
Gazing up longingly
Upon Persephone
And her spring of warmth
On a cold winters day

Would that I could;
That I should be so lucky

If only it were more than a dream

Evening sky reflects
on the glass lake.
The soldier of a
tree carries on
through the lonesome
night.
If we could only
see the dreams of
the fish,
far from the
frying pan.

I couldn’t share my life with you,
So in dreams, I sought you too.
But even there, all I found was endless blue.

No light, no path, no hope in sight,
Just shadows in the endless night.
If not in life, nor dreams, then where?
I still search for you silently in dispair

I searched for you in the quiet rain,
Each drop a whisper of your name.
The skies wept soft, but still, in vain,
Their tears left nothing but empty flame.

I sought you beneath the crescent glow,
The moon a beacon for the lost.
Its light unveiled only shadows below,
A silver path I dared to cross.

I called for you where the wild winds roared,
Their voice like yours, but hollow, untrue.
They led me to places my heart ignored,
But never to the heart of you.

Through every void, I still pursue,
Each step a prayer, each breath a plea.
For even if all paths undo,
I’ll search through all eternity.

everything feels so achingly far apart
my hands outstretched, grasping what once existed before me
time flies, they said—
but this much?
this fast?
so soon?

it was just yesterday,
or was it years and years ago?
when i was just a kid—
“when i was”—
where did that line come from?

it follows me,
creeping into my dreams,
where echoes lay
the cold sweat wakes me,
my words spilling
into the mouth of the toilet bowl

another day passes
where i try to do everything
but scream