I found myself upon a lily pad
in a pond made from earthly tears.
And over the countless years,
I imagined myself forever alone—
in the middle of nowhere.
And as it rained slightly,
I knew that one day the pond may
overflow out onto the shore.
And I shall find the mystical door
that may help me find my way back home—
to where my heart burns so brightly
in the night’s fluorescent sky.
And as I light this candle,
my handle on reality will fly
ever so high—
and soar never alone.
For I have you,
and you have me,
upon the universe’s angelic seas.
Forever must I call upon
my dying heart
to transform into a shooting star—
a flying form of art
that pierces the galaxy
like a burst of bright energy.
A cosmic dart
that finds itself beside me,
upon a lily pad
in the cosmic sea
of drifting memories—
that float in a river of elegant dreams,
bursting at the seam
(which we know as the fabric of reality)...