Water lily. Freedom. Where does the. Spirit lay?. Freedom. Lying in shadows. Of light and clay. . I trace your feet. Like transparent thrones. I dream of your clinging.
No yester dreams. No grey desire. No body's sap and tire. No sorrows born. Of lust's disguise. No home without its sire. . Break out the tomb. The selfmade womb.
There is no place like. Just for love. Just understand that. Just for love. Come with me. Just for love. It was you that I thought of. . Just for love.
You smile at me. With your lost eyes. In awe of what you think. Your heaven thick with wanderlust. Your gold. Just cold cold steel. . Where is love in that.
Throws a look. Blows away. She woke up to follow. The lapping ocean. Is her thing. An ever friend. Not hollow. Her whispers are. In the wind. Rain for her.
Gone to sound. Your vision' thirst. On a parted road. To wanderlust. The means to magic. You've still to find. Fake Sparkle. Or Golden Dust?. . More or less.
Cool cool breeze. Rivers flow below. The darkened room is closing down. A light emblazoned within a breast. Extracting from the sun. My hand is reaching for the stars.