WalkinginDreamlight

amidst the scents of both happiness and pain that hang inside the air of this bar in broad daylight like lost ghosts that have no where else to go before me is a glass amber fluid a red cocktail stick gently swirling a spinning ice cube on scarred table held by hand of waitress I'm afraid to look up and give an obligatory smile in case I mistake customer service and see pity in her eyes so here's my question: where does desire end and will begin

the mistakes we made at least we know that we made them together you were the one to my two but we never ever made a three over the long years of silence only made close by that soft pat on mat letters they arrived with stamps beneath ink showing far away places words they tried to explain a future that was already written in your life and mine apart that nothingness between us is only held by a single dream string soft and strong it sparkled with amber light and I know to this day for you I remain now sitting on a stool electric cables around me feet guitar in hand my fingers caressed those strings that once spoke to you beneath that tree under twilight sky the notes adrift on warm summer air to me you came a smile so bright bangles on wrists a flowered dress which rippled in breeze it was a dream that became a memory I never forgot together we were for such a short time however I will always know that my music could call to your heart perhaps tonight as I

just the other day under a flowered bush half in sunlight half in shadow with no wind the night before to speak credence of its appearance a black bag was now in my garden flat and rippled along the ground just the other day now with mug in hand partly raised to my lips steam escaping into October air my eyes they noticed a difference just an inch or two its centre had rose like a half bent shape hidden inside as twilight arrived the sun now a last bleeding line against the sky outline scattered autumn leaves whispering across the crazy paving path my eyes looked at the bag again another inch higher and here my heart it skipped a beat why did I now feel this fear

where once it was my horizon too far to reach out and touch though a belief in both life and self I walked my first steps the first of my kind and touched that horizon soft it was cream with blue flowers floating in air when I stepped through sunlight touched me it glowed warm against the pale white hardness of my skin and before me was my reflection stood inside an oval surrounded by decorative wood and I became lost within my own gaze

f a l l i n g in slo mo d o w n hat falling upwards jacket tearing at the seams shirt bursting open its threads u n r a v e l l i n g discarded the masks we wear each and every day oh to be free as I f a l l towards a great unknown faster arms by my sides a grin splitting my face in two faster my hair streaming then * puff * it is gone faster features start to melt crumble turn to dust faster all around me becomes streaks of light colours there and then gone there again gone there they go a g a i n f a l l i n g in to * translucence * * opalescence * * prismatic essence * I have become faster than speed can allow all around me a brightening glow then a sudden g i a n t * * * !! sunburst !! * * * and somewhere way past speed way past space way past time where memories once forgotten lie here floating amongst dreamlight I now know what it means to be free

no one can touch that which is deep behind my eyes with you my guardian my love my life always there never far away together forever we both shall be

at the end of the silence I find that there are no more steps that I can take though when I close my eyes my dreaming mind somehow somehow it knows how to take flight and touch that silent need both inside and outside of me

oh! we were so close! after years of searching we finally found a room in a house with a computer on a table surrounded by paper rainbows the window itself covered with translucent light arced in glitter all the colours of a beautiful rainbow lit upon walls dust motes they drifted by as if in a dream and on the table itself a stack of coloured paper leather cover bindings a book being prepared and a glass paperweight with a rainbow inside holding the pages in place that stirred lazily from outside breeze as I lifted the paperweight words were written beneath -- but -- before all that we need to talk about how we came to be here in this room in this place all because of a message left years ago on a website were artists came to be born born and born again like shooting stars glittering colourful trails across a huge vacuum that pulsated softly with rainbow colours we followed the many snippets of information that we could gather creating over time a very long

Hope is the Orchestra of life Playing to me Everyday I wake