A fresh resemblance of fate,
Mysteries induce fantasies;
Fantasies float in the past,
And a line once crossed transports me
To serenity-driven solace.
Grasping air in the night,
I am drawn to the foreboding wilderness,
Caught up in the starry sky.
The lights dim as shadows fade,
A reality locked behind
The forbidden entrance to demise.
Bound by invisible chains,
Intertwined with madness,
Offering a sense of security beyond
The anticipatory instruments of my heart.
If I know where to start,
I will cease to falter,
Even if I dance around the altar.
Grey turns to black,
And I feel I will counteract
Every intent, every will, every feat,
Until we no longer meet.
Like a feather moving toward oblivion,
Nothing sharpens my mind
Like the sense of false attachment
To the ground beneath me.
The earth tells me to shift;
An earthquake occurs solely for me.
When I awaken from fantasies adrift in the wind,
They diminish only when I look away;
I will see them another day.
When the earthquake shatters as a possibility,
My future, bright stained glass,
Cuts through my mind, transcending time.
The past no longer paints the sky;
Instead, fire dances, alas,
Trapped in the kaleidoscope of my vision.
There is no longer superstition or collision.
The end of the sea was only in my mind;
I can no longer stay afloat,
Only in escaping fleeting moments
Since our first meeting.
When I touch the sky,
The clouds alter simply for me.
When I ride the waves,
I sink into nothingness,
And hope ties me to the tides,
Ever escaping, ever moving
Toward a fantasy beyond time and space.
Meet me at this place —
Where waves crash
And seasons clash.
Reaching the edge,
I dive deeper into the cave of my soul;
I am no longer whole.
My life encapsulates a hidden truth,
One that mimics inescapable dark valleys
And hidden highways and alleys
Painted white, glistening in the stormy breeze.
Every light that blinks off
Sparks my imagination.
Northern lights tempt me to reconsider,
Or should I let you wither away
With every passing day,
Until the whole world is quiet
And all I hear
Are my feet tapping on the floor,
Moving in a direction, I will no longer explore?
Pink clouds disappear,
My sight laser-focused
On the myth behind them.
Like a hamster on a wheel,
My mind is drawn
Toward the covert intricacies of your soul.
A freshly scented lemon breeze
Puts me at ease.
The endless buzz of people
Pushes me against the wall.
Who is true?
It could only be you.
Behind the wall, you dance.
I cannot take a chance.
Stormy breeze,
I am no longer at ease.