Sailing

Like a boat, sailing out to sea. The cream sails breathing in the salty air that nourishes their thirst to thrive, the curved wooden planks of the hull showering in freedom, the welcoming rays of the sun, persuasive and restless. The immerging lust from element to element, both craving each other like an addiction, their fuel. The word spreads and the secret is out, their bonds and established connection publicly displayed, embarrassing the warmth but entwining the stars. They shine as to guide all to a distinct point, a destination to traffic need. It is a beautiful circus of flawless illegality, for under the sun’s disappearance, a common hand is extended.

Iridescent Insanity

Hold me like the Universe has no control

Take me away from the masks

The Images invading the minds of

All the multitudes of innocence

Throw me from the sun until I hit snow

Iridescence

Now, splintered like the hands of a squirrel

That Fate is lost and you are found

You are my Universe

Behind the Mask

Invasion of Minds

The Multitudes

The Sun The Snow

Iridescent.