mel plur

one sweet dream

step on the gas

and wipe that tear away

her eyes reminders of all lost love,
of time posted in tears,
of music hidden behind stars,
of rain spread across leaves,

of a golden orb

filling my heart

with blue skies,

of darkest nights

when no arms fall

upon my soul

and sounds of self slaughter

echo upon a barren

capitulating landscape,
of a glistening smile

breathing in and out

meeting ecstasy

living to hear her voice,
of water,

of sky,

the wind,

the sand,

the stars,
of all that I can

be with her,

and now without

I cannot smile

or bring air within for

fear of choking

upon tears,
vanishing when once again,

replenished,

I gaze within that vision

of all that the world

will ever need to live.

and I will sing a lullaby,

one two three four five

six seven

all good children

go to heaven