Nothing Is Forever

I stumble into a ravine of marigold and moons Whispering windows through which my thoughts mingle with the winds I colour the sky in pastel shades with a scalpel, the fire in my soul There's too much white cotton screaming for headline news! To skew every waking thought, to feel beyond thinking Should I attack with a sword or let the moment bleed to death? In the rippling blue of shimmering waters I float, lost in time's essence The dust of my dreams swim in circles I let go, and sink into nothingness.