Swimming through the kaleidoscope, drenched in sweeping colors,
Painting portraits in the rhythm of a heart beating alone.
Laughing in the golden glories, swimming in the green oases,
Speaking in the shades of a heart searching for home.
Listening to the silent music, playing deep in night,
Crashing down like barren waves on cold and empty shores.
Twisting, turning, tailing off, in the bleeding purple sky,
Pounding heads looking up from the hollow sea floors.
Breaking through the heavy clouds, fractal lights torch the earth,
Burning through the pallid daydreams in a thousand hues.
Climbing up the ladder, while the sun plays on the water,
Falling sadly ‘til tomorrow when the day is born anew.
Swirling through the heavenly stars, spinning past the moonbeams,
Racing ever faster towards the looming black hole at the end.
Removing the veil of unsung love, the hazy mellow comfort,
Dressing up the raging whirlwind, using gold-plating to mend.
And suddenly the day doesn’t seem so bright,
In fact I think it’s night.