My dreams are
Fragments of
your paintings.
Come with
me,
It looks so strangely beautiful,
It looks so strangely beautiful,
Your land, I
follow the trail
To your bridge
and know
The skywalk
has been abandoned,
I may not
go there.
What do you
want me to see?
Ivy in your
hair. Do we need to fill
Each other’s
cup? When you captured
The sun in my eyes, I knew you
Were fighting while
I stood in flames.
