I'M Back: Turn On the Lights

We had to wait. Both Him and I, for raging winds to cease and allow- soft puddles of shifting hue: Jade emeralds, Plum wine, taxi yellow; whispering together, their colourful voices mingling: green slithers into the hot breath of red's maniacle cackle, and yellow crackles like fireworks, zipping away in ecstasy across the sunset strip of Sky, blue, deep, hollow in its warbling cry, purple makes it's way in spiralling streaks; bold, leathery, loud, with seductive magic in every step, exuding pleasure, hedonism, passivity- unity... But we carry on dancing, fire prevents us from lying too long, even then we stop drop, and roll striving, striving, striving, until we STAND. now we pursue our dreams again, He tells me its all over, we awaken the pain that comes with loss, We didn't make life what we wanted, losing all that never was, But we succeeded in one thing- that which dwells in our minds, is the perfect creation, We became artists, one line at a time, having it's own character- living only when exposed One life at a time, lived one day at a time, in the world of the real, the world of smells- of sounds- of sights. So hey man, lets turn on the lights.