Writers-incarnate

A delicate dream, glistening like glass Staining the light yellow-green It's not beautiful, but it's warm Shining behind my eyes Just as naturally as breathing You appeared, more serene than before More realistic, more alive More human than I Pulling me away, for a little while Just as naturally as breathing Ambient chartreuse, a fragile dream Glowing in memory You appeared, more serene than before More thoughtful, more restrained More mature than I This pleasant afterglow will gradually dissipate Opening my eyes, the spell will shatter These feelings you conjured, glistening like glass Pulling me away, for a little while Stained yellow-green, the last light of summer Beautiful and warm Shining through the trees Just as naturally as breathing Someday, I'll be more serene than before

Out of ink, I carved into the page Illegible letters, sunken into the paper I can’t understand the braille turned inside out Screaming desperately to be read I dreamed, kaleidoscopic A stained-glass masterpiece The dust that drifted through the sunbeams Had settled on the pane Irresistible to my finger-tips I wrote something dear to me

Walls of reverb Whispered, sighing vocals Drenched in resonance What is this song? I knew it, long ago Dream sounds muffled in consciousness Layered, distorted, warm, and intense I wavered, surprised but unafraid All thoughts were drowned out, if only for a while My fervent wish was granted after all It's not a white void that fills my heart Layered, distorted, warm and intense I knew it, long ago What I protected, the lies I kept The ringing in my ears when all sound fades away Doubts creep in, quietly as the sunsets Crying myself to sleep, quietly as moonbeams fall What was that song? The second I remembered it slipped through my fingers Sleepwalking towards a vague dream Walls of reverb Whispered sighing vocals Hypnotized by kind phrases, open to suggestion When I awaken where will I be? One wish was granted, but what will become of this dream?

Ghostly hands, carved and weathered Skeletal remains, pure and white A whisper so gentile and secret No finger prints, no evidence Delighted, and impudent I found something radiant here Roots, gnarled and tangled Growing timidly within My heart still exists Behind these ivory piano keys Torn apart and held together Innocently holding onto any sustenance The terror of everyday Magically diminished I dreamed of another life While rooted in place I can barely breathe At the smothering climax As the wishes and wants Gather in my chest The frustration of helplessness A desire for happiness Not for me, but someone else Take these bones, take these roots Let me vanish Let me be a whisper upon your lips A memory mistaken as a dream No finger prints, no evidence