Evening languishes oner a blistering Camelot
A burning bush tattooed on a sigil etched sky
Gripped tight by the gnarled hand of the divine
Hosannah voices echoing into the last divide.
It always feels so real
So what's the big deal?
Between the numbness
And what I sometimes feel.
She rides across stratospheric gales
Her oracle eyes leaving vapour trails
And when she smiles I come alive
From my Lazarus sleep and I thrive.
It hurts more when I kneel
My thoughts become more unreal
Between the numbness
And what I sometimes feel.
There is a stream of consciousness
When I often, sometimes dream
Where I float in a sea of darkness
Where I'm caught up in between.
Summer surrounds me with her storms
Her voice is poetry spoken in raindrops
Of glittering showers and watery refrains
Drowning me in verse I hope never stops.
She makes it all real and a believer of me
That I would discard this overcoat life to be
And feel her windy smile on my sailcloth face
To set myself adrift across her rose petal sea.
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