Peel the hollow stones, strip these heavy bones
and listen to the space between my tomorrows.
Scratch the wind
shake up the sun
send waves rolling off my citrus skin.
Swallow the sky
sink this scream
paint cotton castles in the corners of my mind.
When you pour the horizon with stillness, I am moved.
For the moment your silence silences the noise.
We're swimming above the hills, chasing burnt clouds.
Fill this hour with a night so bright, I'm left imprinted
with traces of tinted hues washed by a lingering light.
There are stories I long to dive
into your black breathless eyes. But
these mirrors they stretch slow into low soundless lies.
Salted rain dripping down my haze
Slipping away as water holds its breath
waiting for the slightest flutter
knowing forever's lost in betrayals beneath the sea.
Ask me what color I see the world
Would I show you the world through the canvases of my dreams.
