REFLECTION THROUGH DIAMOND EYES
What reflects through the glazed mirror of diamond eyes
shows me all too well an ever still euphoria
consuming your mad spinning paradise of blue flowers
that coordinates beyond the influence of stars.
I will never bother you here in this galaxy
or take you near the path of dancing wolves.
Your voice is honest nectar that does vanquish
the confusing spell of late hour ego prison.
For you and for the miracle of your comfort,
I burn the veil that covers up my face away from
leaden eyes of sad crowds who lose all blessing of skylight.
Embrace me without the absurdity of your caution
and I’ll teach you the colors inside your mind
and you’ll see them shine all throughout the night.
BENEATH A WHITE SUN
After the big bomb,
we are born again children who sing delicate amid the ruins.
We absorb telepathic vibrations from the Love God
who spoke to us gentle in the ghost playground
and by that we feel
and we do see
how daylight shows it’s truth through the veils of mystery.
I have your hand and you know my heart.
We’ll play more tricks beneath a white sun.
HERE RIGHT NOW
Here Right Now:
A mad miracle of blue love become the illusion of sky
and our eyes all clamped shut never see it.
Pity us not, O! numbed Daughter of charity,
for our clean tears run down
and rinse the emerald valleys.
When I behold,
all the neon electricity pouring
out your mind whilst you sleep,
your Sunday Midnight sadness becomes mine:
Here Right Now.
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