horizon hazing
incinerating skies
migrating clouds
and greatness, lingering

heated breeze sweeps my tendrils
translucent shimmerings and stardust

and footprints, your footprints
don't follow them, your mind is decieving you
don't turn back, they are out to get you
here, there and everywhere

honey land lies **** before me
catch me when i fall
let me rise in love
you, electric, wild, soaring soul

under my skin, evaporating fear
honey glow from within
how I ever, came to be
like this, falling and rising

breeze, let me in
let me try to match your pace
grasping onto you
my faith

here, there and everywhere
zealous ice fire eyes
softly scorching
the honey land before me

a kiss of empires
of auras,
let my soul mingle with yours
like the sun does with the moon

together, and separate,
here, there and far away,
honey land lays **** before me,
let me rise

I awoke this morn'
with sunlight traces of hope
upon the  tiles in my foyer,
like wonderous stories
told upon
the future's worries
winter storms return
go away all away in the
bright shimmerings
on the castle walls
the beams of light
call the zephyrs of hope
into my den
my parlor
my boudoir
under my cover
of hiding
no mores

It seems to me that golden sparks and silver shimmerings,
Belong to those that still have dreams and wonderful imaginings.
For those of us tired and weary,
Dreams are of death and end.
As though somehow,
The urge to continue,
Wanes,
Like a dissolving moon,
Appearing to disappear,
Its presentness luckily found,
Again the horizon allows slow moving shadows,
To reflect the sunshine of the day,
To creep slowly 'cross the sky,
And bring understanding of the night.
This is my end,
When stars fade to black,
Nothing is left for me here,
Not for lack of desire,
But for a lack of dreams.

Colours float inside of me..blue of course, for sympathy
And red..the tiger crouching warily.
Green, the haunting of our destiny.
Tangerine in which I see the dream of peace.

Black, so when the day does cease...gold will come and hold my hand and take me far into a spectrum band..
And I can see the summer hue..be warmed as it will warm you too.

Another blue..another day which turns into a dullish grey..painted faintly through the sky in which white clouds burn away and die into a pinkish failing blue.

Always blue..it comes back to me..that melody rings in my ear..and I, no prophet or no seer can only seek to peer within..the shimmerings of broken hearts that sing to me in amber and in that I see..
A world that's gone under the sea coloured deep in verdigris.

It all comes crashing into me..the colors, colours that I see.

If I could, then I would be the colour that would most suit me..
..The colour of the endless ocean at which the toe taps in devotion to the shades of blue and green..
..where everything is seen
And where these colours deem to meet is where I greet
The coming day..then all I do.
Is think tomorrow blue.

One red ball amidst all the silver *****,
A matte finish amidst all the metallic shimmerings,
One that is entirely and unmistakably different,
A unique and individual thing in a throng of unity.

One red cube in the midst of all the blue cubes,
Totally different than all of it's monotonous neighbors,
One who has no fitting in the lineup of sameness,
The red cube is wholly and entirely it's own master.

The red ball is someone who loves when nobody loves,
The red cube is someone who lives when nobody lives,
Are you going to be someone who loves?
Are you going to be someone who lives?