Star lines follow my eyes looking toward the bricks,
The poster child’s living lies,
Under trees and under skies,
Of birds exhausted melodies,
Bleeding, burning skies of plastic things.
Bags of puss that reminds me of you.
The longing dreaming empty you.
Star shines burning in the oceans,
Blue and black the red runs creasing the dreams again.
We are drifting, drifting under the drifting,
Again, again and done we are.
For ever trying forever trying the rains.
Tying the hands of the divine.
Star lines washing my eyes,
Clear of blue bleeding running bleeding,
We are rushing under bleeding under,
We are bleeding under.
Looking searching for you.
Looking searching
Searching to find
Find the starlight in your eyes.
Star lines bleed under my eyes,
Lashes coal and bleeding under the drifting sky.
There we are, there we were, there we aren’t,
There we were.
Star leaves crying things,
Plastic dreams, plastic skies.
Starlight fills my eyes burning the melodies dry.
Plastic dreams,
Plastic skies,
Plastic. |
Submission Name: Pastel Wisdom.
