Sweet stars relaxing on my head
flying round on their nothingness
pushed by a hand
soft and powerful
real and infinite
delicate and fierce
like fiery thorns they stream away
so much space between
the essence of worlds
in shape and form
stuck in the space and time
the war of minds
that won't conform
Blind in what we see
all out of the norm
Taken by surprise
we head out of the storm
give me your crying
I can hear you sighing
please don't let us down
I still want you around
shooting fast through sounds
our voices trail off into
the one i yearn to love
with all my life
and die free in its cradle
of warm embrace
The sweetness
of her raining tears hangs
nostalgic in my twilight fears
I fear the sun is lost
in my pursuit of joy
And i sit and sigh
with my fist and hand
pounding the sky
lightning on my thigh
What is right my dear
in sight of my look
be with me in my world
and i'll carry you to the end of the book.
