dream of lilies,
blues and whites
in their little islands,
flower of the starlight,
flower of the water.

We are all forms of the same religion
All worshipping the same god in unique styles
All representing what we think is right
and good and just

There is only one true human religion

Love

And it was created to give us hope and comfort

A purpose

So that when love is threatened
we produce mass fear

And Reptila-Demon continues to feed

We have a purpose

We are crops

Opening your heart
to someone can be tough sometimes

I mean
who wants to go through that again?
Right?

But if we don't give someone else a key
what's it all for?

Who wants to be locked inside
by themselves all the time

And even though
that person could
come back
and use the key to get in
Maybe steal something
or wreck the place

Just change the locks
think of them as practice
and give the new key
to someone who will cherish it more

In the light of invisible moon,
Standing at an edge of tropical ocean
In reflections of the silver light
Just as this water reflects the face
So as your face reflects the heart.

Many shimmering images dance
Reopening the door of latched strings
With each splashing and dashing wave hitting
A host,of golden daffodils,beside the lake
Beneath the trees,in the breeze fluttering
        
There stands a fine tree- lonesome
In the north on a barren height
In slumber,Ice and snowstorm
Wrap it in sheets of white.

It dreams about a palmtree
Far in the east, alone,
Staring, in sorrow and silence,
At a blazing wall of stone.

A single fir-tree, lonely,
On a northern mountain height,
Sleeps in a white blanket,
Draped in snow and ice.
His dreams are of a palm-tree,
Who, far in eastern lands,
Weeps, all alone and silent,
Among the burning sands.

I'm just waiting for things to work out