Shadow secrets increase,
a suitable guard
unmistaken midnight windows
of lucid dreams in lemon yellow;
ghost diaries of last november demonstrate
no more sorrows live here,
just lots of yearning,
and the significantly complex rhythm of love....
(minus a few distant details, some more so, some less, except those that got gradually left out) the feelings are closer to blue....
or running from the sun
into the peace
of unpaintable dolls in the upside down
(dancing breathless while the world turns)
clouds of regret...where every truth
on their lips
shouts "I existed, in every forever"....
(the lost ones forgot the pain of sunrise)
(speaking conceptually from glass castles)
merchants of vanity
trade their heroes for gold
and sail their soul crushing ships into
and signals of love
pass through ten million lifetimes -
....and the heavens meet the sea....
and the portals of space-time surrender to the light