Across the river

Sometimes it is better to remain ignorant in a caged and beautiful imagination. While, the green leavery covers the castle of thoughts and infatuation. I am lost and high behind the brush of the bush while I imagine reality. If we put two and two together, how will I ever save me? Save, slave my thoughts from Garden of Eden and the forbidden apple, poisoned from dreaming. My thoughts are swirling like leaves and brush surrounding and clouding my concentration, blinding me with the colors of autumn. A lost spectrum, broken and repaired once agian. This is what happens when being on the mend. I love you my imaginary beautiful best friend. I dream of you while I ride through the night and gaze heavily across the river. I am reaching for the bright green light, while I defy the stars and pretend they are flowers in my backyard. I am going far, although, I am scarred with false delusions and hallucingions, created from the power of the mind. This was never a chemical design, just memories lost and derranged, rearranged and beautiful. They are calm and still, like the river seperating my reach from snatching the light off the dock. I hope you are not shocked to find you are my long. My long stretch taking every breath away from me, while I still walk. You are the apple lost in my eye and this is something I will never deny. I sigh and smile, reading the signs in the dark, forgetting the light of the stars. Tonight, I will see you across the river where you are.