Masked innocence gleam luminous
Under dripping moonlight, flooding
Troubles ripped away from aging minds of
Early timers ticking time away from bells of ringing
Drowned arrest of casting blurts of youth away from life

Pretending not to care if words make sense or not
Reliving freedom from strict resume
Overwhelming tides of wondering ponders
Seeping away vibrated sounds before they reach the ear
Escaping vanished wandering winds blow quiet in the world

Iridescent imaginations paint the canvas of my thoughts

Clashing mirages splurge about me in my own created world
Away from existance, from the lure of lost reality
Nestling in the heart of my castle on a cloud
Tis a bed of roses, this soft, unshattered silence
Tingle in the oblivious sensation of pen against a sheet

Hallucinations obsess the raining words believed without a sound
Echoing seas of silver tongue deafening ear drums pounding
Arousing woven thread of emotion with every glowing symbol
Roaming paths of storylines abstracting twisted souls

Yester morning catching footprints left behind when comes tomorrow
Only secret passageways shall bring your long waited ending
Until you finally hear the cry of words through muted prose