Fade to Day

Always wanted to hold you tight.

Can I fall in love with an illusion?

Waist-deep in a congealing crimson pool,

backgrounds distort and warp around me,

a cracked kaleidoscope of colorless dreams.

Hands of porcelain, eyes of doll,

voice of honey, lips of ruby,

our words wrap around me

like the darkest blanket of eiderdown.

Vision is vitrified and blasted to shards

by everything I've had to realize.

Can I fall in love with a dream?

Always wanted to laugh in your ear.

Can I wish upon a distant, lustrous star?

My heart, a gossamer regalia,

is torn to pieces by reality,

so I lie to myself to keep on walking.

Hands of terror, eyes of haunting,

voice of baritone, lips of daunting,

I walk down a scintillating catwalk

clothed only in ebony and ivory threads.

Rustles of a previous life pulsate beneath me

but I live in my otiose world instead.

Can I pray for another chance?

Always wanted to stroll down the street with you.

Can I fly away from here and join you?

Drag diddering fingers through curls of osier,

the weeping willow pules only for the worthy

and I trick myself into believing lies.

Hands of ecstasy, eyes of ardor,

voice of velvet, lips of lust,

I arch and thrash in a bed of silk dreams

woven and colored by my own hands.

Destroy me and raze me to the ground,

I want to lose myself in you.

Can I meet you past the rubicon?

Always wanted to dance to your song.

Can I stretch my legs and run to you?

My lies are the prima ballerina

in her pas seul of deceit and dreams,

dressed up in all of her fine raiment.

Hands of delicacy, eyes of melancholy,

voice of reason, lips of truths,

the coryphaes sings of what my mind has wreaked,

the coryphée is reality, she dances to break desires,

the corps de ballet force open my eyes: I see the light of day.

Can I fall into my dreams again?