Ethereal Tapestry

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.