Sometimes I’m spinning and
the butterflies go dancing in the
colored remembrance of
my eyes
That’s when I spread
the silver nothing wings
draw a deep courage
and fly
Soar to the Moon’s Sun and
back to Neverwhere where
dead things are always
alive
Never is always and sweet
lasting kiss on the
golden faced child
called Time
Drip to the rusty the
endless gray sea and
the lover of coldness
can pine
For a loved one who’s
heat touches wonderful crispness
and capers on yellow
green Rhymes
Then earthy dark whiteness
claims stake to their hearts and
the violin screams out
in mine
So red on black green
space is swallowing mostly the
harsh singing sound of
bell chimes
But final Delirium knows
her Delight and the two are
now one, in perfect
sublime.
