(Development)

Waves in silent harmony will soon sing a melody true.

Currents guiding along clear walls, separating us from you.

Don’t fear the sounds that soothe your fluttering heart.

I long to see your face again, caressing your limbs when movement starts.

Don’t fear the blackness that greets your panes of glass.

My pulse quickens as I dance to yours at long last.

A sign of hope, the slightest chance that you’ll be in my arms.

Not forever cast into an unforgiving past.

And let our souls together weep for those not given a glance.

Fluorescence is flowing through me now, you’re bathed in a fluid light.

It’s apparent how you’ll seek release, along with sound and sight.

It’s almost time. Though you leave, you’ll always be mine, inside my mind.

And you’ll taste life, breathe it deep inside.

Forever your dreams I’ll guide, until within the abyss we reside.

My love will let you go, and watch you as you take flight.

As a precious butterfly.

I’ll watch you as you take flight.

When the vultures cruise the skies.

I’ll be a blank slate, a question of what even exists.

Be a spectrum of paint, tell of all your pain and bliss.

And if you question that I’m real, I’m only you encompassed in what you feel.



(Birth)

In a moment’s chance, chromatic arcs bind at a glance in a mind full of radiance,

as the wings of opportunity fall into the breeze that carries us on this selfless dance.

A comforting darkness is now a blinding light of chaotic serenity.

Entwined in the figures in which the mind perceives, until the day it leaves.

A yearning to prosper is all I’ll need for my convictions to plant the seed.

Gathering enlightened fragments I will develop the habits of tolerance.

This persistent continuum aviates my sentience above the unbent sapiens

of our collective consciousness.



(Recovery)

Looking through the gray, before the bittersweet dismay,

causes the eyes to change and takes the innocence away.

I marvel at the rays this light creates.

This spectrum is a monarch that foreshadows my days.

Through joy and pain, this illusion I will paint manifesting my will to create.

Through broken bones and fractured thrones I will find my strength.



(Slumber)

What will become of this canvas?

How will the elements guide me to conquer this planet?

Where the sun rises can never be decided.

And when it sets I hope this world and I will not be divided.

If I am to create the optimal illusion, let me rid my eyes of confusion,

deceiving me about myself.

A voice once told me it could guide me home, and through this

odyssey I would never find myself alone, freeing me from my own hell.

Lucid slumber brings vivid stains to white.

Dancing colors soothe me as I fall into the night.

Into the infinite night.