Sitting here all alone
on the steps to the Goddess' home.
I drink in the blue light.
We stood up and looked around me;
saw nothing but the sounds of heat.
Searching for Zenithian Truths.
Floating through the forest
looking for the boy who's
willing to love me.
I went on and found blue clearings
where instruments, self-playing, were making
musics, beckoning me.
We saw some chartreuse rabbits
wearing blue, nun-like habits
playing more music for me.
Stepped into the blue light;
danced to the songs of the night.
Clearing my senses.
Listening to the music made us feel twisted.
But then it's the way to keep on shifting...
Stomping on the blue soil to this canto:
Red papers flowers bloom on my feet
but they'll never know cause
we won't tell them.
Dragons will die whenever we meet
but they'll regrow from
a Phoenix sunshine.
The blue of a Phoenix will never replace you
for I keep on trying, but I
only get turquoise.
Jumped out from the blue light;
danced to the songs of the night.
Clouding my vision.
We abandoned greenish rabbits
dressed in blue, nunnish habits;
fading musics for me.
Left behind indigo clearings
where instruments, self-playing, were calling,
shouting at me.
Floated from the forest out to the river:
haven't found a boy who's
wanting to want me.
We waded out the river
glowing like caerulean silver:
a shimmering creek.
I stared back at the shore;
realized the loneliness had gone.
The blue music fulfilled me.
Happiness made me levitate out the sapphire sea.
I floated in the lazulite void, singing in ecstasy.
This is what was spoken:
Dragons will die whenever we meet
but they'll never know cause
we won't tell them.
Red paper flowers bloom on my feet.
They always grow from
the Phoenix Sunshine. |