The Sun Before The Sea

Simple colors

Turn into complicated things,

Wild roses lie upon me

And kisses gaze into the light

These psychiatric feelings

Numb my curiosities

I ache to the sound of your voice...

Mild cavaliers

Sink into my bones,

For poetry is like ecstasy

Piled up in words

Die, die, butterfly

May a man's wings be your pests

For he is no lunatic, he is the lover of the sea

Oh my, what radiance does this substance lead?

For trickery is the feeling

That makes me bleed

And toxic lovers

I shall leave...

Oh Hollywood, Hollywood

Do you sink at my demise?

For black and white picture films

Sink on thin ice

And the former anxieties of the world

Make me scream like a banshee

In my finest hour,

Delete me if you can

For I fly like a kite in misery;

Is life an insane asylum

Destined to burn?

Or is real live radiance

A miss?

I trouble myself with these eager things

Such minimal wisdom deters

And a man with wings

Is destined to be a butterfly,

I digress...

For his love within me

Is beneath the sea;

Overwhelmed by daily routines

I dream the craziest of dreams

For I feel myself in the bathwater

Sinking...

Oh I don't want to die just yet

For I want to meet my butterfly,

And I want to see his eyes

Moving...

Oh candlelight by phone 

I just can't leave him alone

For I am a walking soul

Untied.