Soft placid sleep ripples on through this twilight,
as time rhythmically and infallibly crashes into eternity.
lightning cracks between neurons and down rain my thoughts.
we wade into deeper waters, only to find our own stormy midnight,
And it's here we arrive at a crossroads of reality and desire,
in which the fabric of each exists only to rub out that of the other.
and as we're forced to shake dreams from the folds of preconception,
lost as we are to reflection, we throw ourselves to the storm.
Here in the eye, we might be able to ride it out,
to do without as the wall approaches and the calm wavers.
all the feelings savored are picked up by the wind
and scattered throughout the passed on, where
Time slows in directionless vertigo
and invitro our thoughts flow upwards into paradoxal oblivion.
and each time
we're left with a tranquil disarray rising through the air.
with only original sin to bear, an abyss in bloom.
And on the horizon you loom with reflections of truth
through which you promise nothing but a cool night breeze.
and with that static in your voice you whisper to me in soft spoken sighs
full of sleepless nights and paradigms of starlit skies
In bloom with light that we can no longer enjoy,
because we've melted off our wings time and again,
flying through pretty skies painted on a crumbling canvas
soaked in dreams and dreamers that all end someday.
Because you're just a dream,
and i'm just a dreamer.