rain kissed wing tips dip and dive
claws curled up on the wires
that bind us
ill conceived desires reign a planet
with the tears of another child born
in a cage bound for the stage
Freedom lies in the wings
in that song that the rainbird sings

As Eyes close to this reality
They open up to Dream
Where nothing makes sense
In retrospect and nothings
As it seems

Yet it lingers into real-time
That moment in the morning
When I’m dreaming yet awake
and I find myself wondering
Which reality is real.

Races madly , arms flayed
A fool running in circles
Rats turn the cogs of his mind
In slow motion
As he bashes his head against
That same old wall.

I saw a man fumbling
stumbling to his knees
I watched his prayer loose it’s wings from his lips as he begged of his God for release, for peace,
for a piece of bread
or a comfortable bed

In the beginning there was
the word.  Abracadabra.
As I speak, so will I create.
Let there be light. Let there be love.    
  Let there be all the goods things that we have been dreaming of.
As above so below. Know thyself.

Tonight we touch the stars
Trail our fingers over mars
Yellow moon smiling
As we skid along
The highways of the mind
Wide eyed and blinking
Under light of Venus and
Spell of Night

Washes her hair in a river of tears
She takes a long walk in the rain
The winds are restless
for this time of year
Shifting, shifting, things around

Sidestepping the end of a chapter
Heaven lies on another page
I’m turning away
I turn to the mountain
I will climb to the very top

As I look down on sparse terrain
I remember, how I came to be here
It was pain, no not the train
That brought me here

I want to paint me
A new picture
I want to paint it blue
I want to paint me
A new picture
I want to paint it blue

Any color but you

Paint it blue
Paint me too
Paint me Blue.