The wind howled recklessly into the vastness before it
Caressing, gently, the pieces of me you dropped and left behind
Sometimes the rain knows better than to impede on sunny days
And drops leisurely upon illuminated joys, adding depth to each new foundation
Sometimes the paths I've taken, awaken with conniving grins of malice
Enveloping every sense of delight that could have possibly ever been
Yet with head held high amongst the tall grass of shadows
Step by step, creeping closer to the glowing beacon of wanton acceptance
Blinded by the moons reflection upon the pupil of you
You who watches slowly, mimicking my very progress
Delighting at my failure with arms wide open in jest
Stumbling deafly now, I can't help but revel at my own defeat
Countless searches for answers that are hidden
Lost upon the endless flutter of eyelashes caught upon a dream
It's knowing that sometimes a dream is needed
Inevitably ending in scornful rebuke, nonetheless it's required
Palpitating empathy trickles down from the golden sky, made of blue velvet
Crossed malevolently with a smile of ecstasy
Red shoes made of decrepit sparkles draw closer to one another
There's no place else I'd rather be
Then in the false sanctity of your arms