Wanderlust

Eyes heavy with wanderlust
clingy fragrances covered them shut
you could dance your way into nothingness
purple clouds drained; you could fall in love.

Yes, the sky is bursting
crimson blood splatter
somewhere in between is a ghostly figure
by his side a mad hatter.

Lonesome traveler,
seize the day and tame the night
burn your soles on liquid fire
cool them off on waterslides.

Like by a blast of the ocean
return to safe shores
blue perhaps
but it is this shade of blue we all adore.

Endlessly

While the guilt keeps melting my skin
and the glass is collecting dust in the mirror
sleep caught up, it’s pulling me in
 embracing every particle, leaving me in terror.

There is a dim light here
and a mystical fragrance so vague in the mist
it reminds me of a luminous sort of clear
pictures every boy I’ve ever blown a kiss.

Give me a chance to wake up again
I feel liquid underneath this weight
I know this dream is pretense
don’t leave me hanging, I’m so late.

Yet, the bubbles I see are amazing
the colors so profound
this place is never cold, I see a fire blazing
now; don’t wake me till I hit the ground.