Our minds are dying
Decaying in the vast continuum of time
Perishing in the slivers of broken universe
Blood seething from fractured thoughts
Silver patterns dancing underneath shadowed souls
Splintered essence crying in an empty hurricane
Black stars sway in ancient vertigo
An endless grey scream pounds against unseen walls
White noise penetrates the soundless waves of agony
Bruises shatter faceless creatures
Nightmares moan in hollow days
Depression punctures deep gashes
In our dying minds
The moon shines through a thin cloud cover casting a silver blade of light over a charcoal sea. A solid wall of fog steadily advances toward a lonely shore. A woman wonders to the edge of the beach and I watch as a subtle wind caresses the thin white dress that hangs loosely over her body. She brushes a dark curl from her pallid face and I can see the stars glitter in depths of her dark eyes like captured lanterns.
She looks like a porcelain doll tiny, fragile against the immense, dark sky. I worry that the wind will shatter her into billions of tiny pieces. I imagine picking them all up in the morning; every single little piece, until I could glue her back together, until she was not broken anymore. Her lips form a melody that floats above the black water crystallizing in the air in perfect strains of music. A voice heavy and thick like honey.
She comes every night. Venturing to stand motionlessly in the same spot, in the same white dress, to sing the same wayward tune. I used to think she was sleepwalking, drifting somewhere between dream and reality, lost among the stars. Sometimes I am tempted to run outside so I can find out for sure, but something always holds me back.
By the time the first rays of sunlight pierce the sky the woman, together with her footprints, have vanished, leaving only an unblemished sheet of white sand.
The stars are yours if you want them
Night skies drift over your horizons
Violet oceans move underneath your feet
Shapeless lands amass in your thoughts
Full moons glitter in the depths of your eyes
Diamond rain sparkles in your teardrops
Seas rumble and roar in the melodies of your voice
Volcanoes erupt in your glares
Golden rays of sunlight dance on your palms
The world is yours if you want it
I am dying in another sunset
Shapeless words fall from unheard skies
Laughter breaks in tears of glass
Riddled memories bleed in lavish scarlet
The world disappears in front of my eyes
Grey universe crowds my ears
and broken echoes scream
in violent hurricanes that fracture the world
in hopeless afternoons
I am alive in another winter
dreams of distant sapphire
glitter in dense darkness
silver planets orbit
like foreign lullabies
around a winter sun
sleepless lovers
wonder in tangled moonlight
desires shining like stars
The hum of their indigo kisses
Disappearing in the mummers of
midnight
wrapped in clouds of different storms
in languages of lust
Lovers melt like blue echoes
where the sky grows low over the sea
A sun screams in a vast array of color
An ocean bleeds in deep scarlet tones
Worlds drift in shattered reflections
Mountains move in white noise
People dance in bright illusions
Speak with diamond eyes and frozen hearts
Laugh in an endless glacial music that never melts
A thousand different masks twinkle in a winter sky
A million different smiles glitter in a summer afternoon
Mornings begin when mirrors break
Consumed by dark clouds, majestic above a bleeding sky
Consumed by stolen shadows that glitter in memories of rain
Consumed by vast midnights expanding over a splintered moon
Consumed by the ashen tumble of words that resonant hollow in thick nightmares
Consumed by silver wind crying as broken galaxies resurface to dance
Consumed by vacant souls lost in forgotten moonlight
Everyone wonders through broken storms
Past shadows howling in charcoal voices
Under a dying sky falling on an azure world
Everyone walks alone
Beneath cold stars trapped in black oceans
Across thoughts illuminating tempests like frozen lightening
Everyone is blind
In a fractured eclipse that shatters into the universe
On the edges of the unknown
Everyone wonders through broken storms
Past decaying moments whispering silver notes
In a deep violet song that rises in silent noise
