A dreamer finds her way, Well-her and her companions She met a previous day- They speak a strange tongue, But that is quite okay; They march through pastel Landscapes From place to place From quest to quest Another dragon? Another princess? (That seems a bit cliche) But she is quite content And I am no character In this event Just its chronicler They slay the dragon And take its scales to market The princess, with a good degree of flair Takes a ride with her companion Did I mention he’s a bear? The dreamer is offered lodging By a grateful King She steals his bed at night (They kind of have a fling)
And the sun crests the horizon And our hero goes to work Her friends will wait for her tonight Did I mention she’s a clerk?
night is falling with high speed on my shoulders it has a strange elasticity I ask your skin to give me some memories, a superconductivity for sonic pulses & tactile waves, quantic waves are collapsing into a strange synchronicity the air might survive untrapped but not in my cells a torid torrent makes your moves catch gravity I can't be prosaic cause desire might **** all the singing birds of the blue nights that were rarely seen losing their tension between silence and pain this emotional upheaval that pushes the skin to the frontiers of asphyxiation we are in Plato's cave right now burning down the shadows with the magnitude of you and I inside we are or just this reciprocal dislocation there is no I, no you, nothing less than an infinite field of mutual recognition a blazing simplicity unspoken
I have ships in my bones they carry me somewhere else like a misunderstanding cause the I of the world carries the evening over the mountains on misterious ways a nasty habit the imagination sometimes I wonder if the ancestors are stalking these walls to see if we can be happy against the sacrifice of song cause we die without thinking about it a little bit every day from this stride to put everything in its place inside
If i had a bottle of magical reagent I'd take out a third of it and put it in the sky and turn the sky as blue as it should be if i had a bottle of magical reagent I would take out a third and put it in the lake let the lake return to its rightful clarity If I had a bottle of magical reagent I would take out one-third and put it in my heart let my heart be restored to its original innocence if there's such a bottle of reagent I'd think to myself i would sit under the azure welkin watching fluffy clouds smooth flowing waters I'd feel as light as the breeze and my heart as wild as a bee.
Let me: Sail into your dreams Cuddle your fantasies Hear your silence Utter your thoughts Read your unspoken words Touch your imagination Embrace your desires. Sing to your heart Kiss your soul Taste your sweetness Touch your kindness Feel your happiness and Dance inside your chest
Let me be: Your gentle breeze, The spring of your life The inspiration of your love and The whisperers of your being
silence falls over me from above the sea songs in my hair wait for an allusion my hips are shelter for the dance of blue shades love is this imprecise semiosis even when you go into specifics about its wavelengths the splitting time of atoms, its intensity, radiation and schedule
my steps leave no trace, my hands have no voice in your deja vu a semiotic thing your imaginary body there is no point in living only in one dimension an unknowable god takes snapshots from our deeper minds while love is just this superimposed image falling from above, turning into the sea