Walking through forests of liquid chrome, with the black mans face pointing towards home, the needle points as I watch from above, I watch from the trees on the wings of love.
The shining, became so hollow, but the colours were so vibrant,
there were notebooks, there were pillows, there were satyrs,
weeping willows
What we saw made us, laugh and cry
what we saw made us justify
that light we saw, through the chrome, there was light shining on our broken homes
There were diamonds of blue, amongst the mystic dread,
as the light shimmered upon the mistress in red
The purple lights croaked and the laughter echoed in circles,
as we walked through the forests of pure, sacred purple.
There was moonlight, it was azure,
there was mist, in our looking glass,
we saw gremlins in the dark night, we saw wires on the floor.
there was dust, on the window, and suitcases, packed for next week
We had questions, and no answers, we could think but hardly finish.
we had questions amongst answers, there were answers in what we asked
we were hung by, our suspenders, we were all grey, we were spenders
there were robots, in our day dreams, we saw colours on the rainbow
there were farmers, weeping willows
there were notebooks there were pillows
we saw insects, blowing smoke rings, we saw sweet insects, up above us, and there colours shined bright orange.
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