The Bright – Day Dream
dry it may be.
that a thousand sand could indulge more than a thousand sea. rough by the edge. and blazing around the white crystal. it is upon the shoulder of the beast and between the horns of the mountains. that we will find solitude. for the beast calls upon your beating heart. and the mountain horns race for what you have known to believe. caress the beast callously and the lightning rumble for new escapades. gently. and the sea shall sooth her flows.
we call upon our sight. beyond the blackness of a star. a swelling gravity. shouting for our own dignity. into a discreet oath. swearing. cursing more than the dire reason for forgetting one’s own reality. by dreaming the reality and living up the colors of a painted view. grim it may seem to be. but darken even more when the dreamer fade towards the light.
for the entire ticks of the Spanish clock. for the scream shouted by the lights. and by the single colored rainbow shot towards the moon. I will bring resolute into your heart but i will relinquish what you have hoped before. so that when the time comes.
for I will be there. waiting until that you counted eternity.
I shall dance for what you believed to be harmony.
and I will love you ever than forever.