If tomorrow never comes for me, I want you to know that we sat on the constellations and watched Aquarius Serve the stars with a bowl of the fountain of youth and forever They lit our faces while Cygnus collected the bones of our pain And threw them into a blasting supernova Forever locked in Each other’s arms.
The clasps of our digits colored the morning, orange As the music of lyre chirped from the birds Your smile engulfed my heart into a heartbeat Hypnotizing the tides of the sea into a beautiful drum dance.
I want you to hear my voice locked in the dungeons of fear That has enslaved my love for you The gates guard with Leo with his vicious claws. Probably death would be my Hercules, Saving me from my own darkness because I will be free finally. From the pressure of facing you and telling you That I love you.
Waiting under the opaque moon a primeval instinct takes over you and you start arriving. A black bone renders the ash on your forehead and you complete the circle – reaching childhood; you start climbing the ladder, for instantaneous release.
We live in two different planes of existence. We travel two different paths within those planes. Our paths cross on both but unite in neither. By day we live in one plane where we work, we provide, we survive. We
You heard what you wanted to hear You felt what you wanted to feel You ignored all the evidence to the contrary And resigned yourself to the fates But what you did not see Was the turmoil that started it