Speak to me, on bended knee!
“O sweet dreams, my dreary queen!”
Sail away on those ships of yours
Past the end, over the floors
Of a raging Ocean, with waves as tall
As my clouds, the love that won’t fall…
~My words on paper mean nothing at all, for in a moment of rage it can all be lost, tossed and torn, gone without a moment’s notice. I would prefer to write my words in the forever sky; my moments saved in a world solely for the heavens…~
Scream at me, the words you’ll never need,
Write them in the sky, so far from your seas.
The ships that you sail lack the wings
To carry you away with all of your things.
“My clouds are mine, the heavens untouched!”
So this love is mine; a pallet waiting on your brush…
That little light from your lampshade 