Purple mists amass an orange piano, sky high.
The blue stretch of bleak soil slowly sways.
Flocks of red snakes glide about - euphoric, vicious.
The grey sun sneaks out and shatters into sparks of cold dew.
Can you smell the bells? Can you hear the pain?
Will you feel the sunshine and will you fold the wind?
Will you? Can you? As my slumber concludes with salt on my lashes.
Or will you be immersed in reading and mostly smiling?
The blue stretch of bleak soil slowly sways.
Flocks of red snakes glide about - euphoric, vicious.
The grey sun sneaks out and shatters into sparks of cold dew.
Can you smell the bells? Can you hear the pain?
Will you feel the sunshine and will you fold the wind?
Will you? Can you? As my slumber concludes with salt on my lashes.
Or will you be immersed in reading and mostly smiling?
