04-04-2016, 06:52 PM
What if daydreams shift
I can move inside your thoughts,
always beside what you never want to know,
boats carry your racing pulse, to pound on my shores
slip on shingle as I paint the peripheral,
listen to the faint as each brush stroke falls.
In that moment all imagination is real
and I slide to the shadow of another failed day.
You are the architect, the designer of change
yet fear feasts on your ability.
It's true, the beasts you ask of midnight
could tear a simple mind
but you would never let them through
and I can whisper all their names,
call them back, contain their rage.
The boat will come to take you home
these shores will drift to dusk
the wild will wilt into the light
as night restores the black and white.
But if your mind would stay behind,
let the tides recede.
Then there could be a separate place
where creation leads to our embrace,
building worlds that can't be dreamed,
inventions of the maker.
I can move inside your thoughts,
always beside what you never want to know,
boats carry your racing pulse, to pound on my shores
slip on shingle as I paint the peripheral,
listen to the faint as each brush stroke falls.
In that moment all imagination is real
and I slide to the shadow of another failed day.
You are the architect, the designer of change
yet fear feasts on your ability.
It's true, the beasts you ask of midnight
could tear a simple mind
but you would never let them through
and I can whisper all their names,
call them back, contain their rage.
The boat will come to take you home
these shores will drift to dusk
the wild will wilt into the light
as night restores the black and white.
But if your mind would stay behind,
let the tides recede.
Then there could be a separate place
where creation leads to our embrace,
building worlds that can't be dreamed,
inventions of the maker.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out