Unspeakable... So I Wrote It Down-

somewhere I was gently cruising as I dreamed
everything I saw was magically vivid it seemed
like the color applied to a painter’s brush
slowly gliding because I was in no rush 

I remember it all and I was wearing a smile
but everyone else’s happiness was placed in a file
then came a sad schizophrenic summer storm
instead of drops dripping from a cloud, they were torn 

and all the lights began to change their shade
as the roads leading home began to fade
I wondered like a ghost whose fate was sealed
like the floating fog dancing on top of a field   

I saw mountain romances that slowly evolved
but their question of love or lust never was solved
people’s life were buzzing like a honey hive
and the queen’s command would never survive 

the ungoverned ground began to chain all creatures
as freedom surrendered its only true feature
of a visionary’s life unbound by anyone’s words
the sky spiraled black as the stars turned to birds 

the harbor’s channel filled with endless sand
as the candle lit prophet was trying to understand
just then the haystack hills leveled with the earth
and the golden peaks quickly lost there worth 

but hope replaced the fear that we live by
and white holes opened up in the sinister sky 
as wingless angels wanting to fly must now climb
and in the end, the acidic onlookers ran out of time
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Ginn Avatar
July 18, 2009 at 7:00 AM
Awesome title! It sounds like a classic, everything seems so perfect,,,,but look deeper. When I read it I thought how wonderfull and aesthetically pleasing the things of this world are but hold no true lasting hapiness, but there's always hope
Knott Avatar
February 24, 2009 at 6:49 AM
this has some creative and amazing imagery here. angles climbing into white holes in the sky? brilliant.
Parish Avatar
February 23, 2009 at 4:33 PM
Some dream you had there...good details. I like the flow of it too. A very good write Luke.
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