Laying on the bed of sparkling stars,
Underneath the brilliant glow of the moon.
Matching each dots in the sky,
Coming together to form an image of you.

Alone, still alone,
Without your touch,
Without your tone.
Oh, convince me, please,
That this is only a dream.

Do you sense the breeze?
Listen to its cries.
Is the hello just a disguised goodbye?
Is the truth a fraction of a lie?

Drops of water fell from nowhere,
Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's just me.
I just know that, no matter the choice,
This song is within your key.

In time, the winds shall whisper your name.
Until then, what once was, will be, again.

Well oiled lamp shades
Whispering lust degrades
Frog legs & undesirables
Tree tops & mountain springs

I will get to enter you now
Finger tips brush olive skin
Wetting dry lips w/ moist tongues
Loom weaved young silk sin  

Carried away to a foreign place
Warmth & comfort known for style
Never a urge to alter this space
This blissful plain of existence

Well oiled I slip
I should have seen this
Crumbling beneath me
Pushed away lost grip

I will travel trough you soon
Blissful moon breaking into
I will travel through you soon
Was this always I wanted to do?

Slimy fingers grasping at altered existence
Persistence warmth longing stars from eyes
knuckles cracking down to get what they need
No resistance, it is done, what was replaced by lies?

Warm sweet clammy skin  
Was it really just a dream?
Did I flashblack from times mind
Screaming love, lust sins

Too much lost in translation
Transportation
Communication
This game requires no imagination

I find no elation
Of why it’s called Chinese Whispers
Since it’s English that we’re whispering
Since I can actually whisper in Chinese.

I suppose it dates back to the 17th century
When Europeans and the Chinese tried to meet
And tried to speak
And proceeded to fail
To no avail
They still could trade

So today we have this game to play
Unknowingly proving in many ways
Even to this day
We still cannot understand
What others try to say
Like whispering Chinese to English speakers.

I have created the most beautiful monster
feeding on my heart.

A pale ghost of shadows
whispering my name.

Would that I had become the eyes of blind one
And might have I seen what he wanted to see
Would that I had become the touch sense
And might have conveyed the message
To those who wanted to touch and feel
Would that I had become the tongue of a dumb one
And might have I made the speech what he wanted to speak
Would that I had become the ears of a deaf one
And might have I heard what he wanted to listen
O, chirping of birds
Whispering of morning air
I often think!

I am everything you never wanted
yet a love you wished to see
I am your past drowning at sea
the angel whispering in dreams
speaking secrets in the demons ear
conscious flowing downstream
immense emotion, love and fear
now the trash you discarded
I am everything you ever wanted
yet you know it can never be
I'm the child longing for a life
I know I will never see
bombarded by the horrors of my mind
I have nothing to offer
except myself and my truth
this I hold above no other