DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sunset west moon flies east? ;]
air planes soar beyond the limits they roar in a longing stare they long disappearing through the clouds and gone arise arose arisen and in my place still frozen wizen they venture the winds purple skied time to blend and wing the moon menaces racing in line glistening afar from the back of a wounded scar archer to the future claiming a bleach where does it go? where does it reach? maybe Saturn not here but the return is there to the node of the belong flying up no fear seems my flight gonna wait for years the waxing gibbous flies and I hope for dreams in the close of eyes
I’m 40,000 feet above the ocean And 400 parsecs away from this Earth I say hello to Orion’s nebula On my way to towards the unknown
Deep in space within my own my brain I feel the neurons misfiring on every end I try to rationalize everything Why am I feeling overwhelmed?
Ignorance is bliss up to a certain point But never knowing what’s past this universe Has my head thinking to a boiling point But for now it’s getting late So I fastened my seatbelt As I return back to Earth
This is a Prelude to the canyon out on a vast plane. Within a desert of sorts crying for the rain. Bursting explosions from the thought plateau. Brought us drops of pain and the hate that you know.
This is a Prelude to the canyon in which we live. Oh that vast plane gave all she had to give. Eyes wide to the sky where the horizons they bend. Out on the perimeter we could never find the end.
This is a Prelude to the canyon all we are is thought. Now we're in for nasty weather you like it or not. Screaming through the cosmic sea at dawn I see the Horizon it seems so long, so long gone.
This is a Prelude to the canyon it's all we know. The desert rains are coming, coming on so slow. Hazy mornings were the thinking thoughts advanced. That's where fate extends to us her Olive Branch.
This is a Prelude to the canyon shall we take the leap? From that vast expanse to the crevasse deep. Down where the fires glow in the caves we live. Where the shadows dance on the Walls Within.
This is the Canyonlands where we've chose to hide. Full of beaten paths down to the Riverside. Where the waters drain from the plains plateau. And the flames of the fire inside us grow where the flames of the fire inside us grow....
To look up, And see the plane flying past, Is to conceptualize, The distance between us. We may sit together on the swing, Winter slowly rolling in, And talk, But we speak in different temperatures. Your words condense on me, And drip down my body. Shivering we see, That we are separate seasons, Never again to exist coincidentally. There will always be, The distance between us.