A weightless dream

The picture is dark yet the frame is stirring,
my heavy eyes shutting and my vision, blurring,
as matter disappears which was there before,
into the state of the imagination I stay evermore.

Colours appear incoherent and in waves,
as streams of rainbows fill the darkness of the deepest caves,
Slowly building walls of complex haze,
deeper still into a hypnotic daze.

My soul troubled with the day to day carries on into the night,
from rest into being carried by angels who have taken flight,
a symphony in the background relieves me into euphoria,
as if an ancient text reminded a modern memoria,

The winged beings drop me and I'm no longer tethered,
gravity is non-existent as I float in the breeze similar to a feather,
floating on the back of a waters caress,
looking upwards towards the stars address,

Pearls in the sky so bright and round,
I wish to join them and off the ground,
I begin to fly upwards with eagerness and haste,
my desire for eternity quickens my pace,
my shape and form has changed to match those in the skies,
I've become one with the stars and match ones brightest eyes.

The girl behind the wall.

Our time apart brings us down,

from the cheers and the laughter to the deepest frown,

the lack of our touch keeps our persona in the deepest remorse,

yet our words alone is a love that we enforce,

like a hand of the divine you lift my spirit when I fall,

the distance so far but it feels like you're on the other side of the wall,

so close I can feel every heart beat,

I hope you can hear every whisper,

through the wall that obstructs our meet.

The last time we met was impromptu and brief,

that moment of laughter can't hide the briefness of grief,

even the short time we've known each other brought us close,

our absence of sight leaves my feelings morose,
when the moment is appropriate I have a chance to serenade her,
every time I find her she is my crusader,
a bond is the strongest weapon to which only a true power can wield,
with her support and knowing with her grace I can act and shield.


At times between would stand the brutish wall of thorns,
yet at times of forgiveness where a mistake is mended,
with the rise of a new dawn,
beneath, an obstacle where a star becomes an eclipse,
I never fear the coming darkness and to which you disappear,
I can greet thee where light will hallow as the harmonic whisper from your lips.