Oh holy ground under and over the realm hath I, this paving a crazy cascade of stones and pebbles for me hath I never walked on! Am I of the blue tonight - of the stars may I be.
Gordian knot the vapour trails tied, I was the wind too soon. Slow and slow the drift of the dust, some glitter I see, I see it lie atop the sand of lovers' honeymoon. Some shade of grey sheen on white, this the hue tonight on blob of the entire volume of the sky - Aha! Despite the images in the space subliminal, I melt by the edge of my skin inch by inch.
Words, just a few words mayhap, but hear the click under tips of my fingers dear - oh my love! Am I so desperate to tell you how this has come to be - did me fingers not touch the keys in so much of the black and white more from the body of the moon outside my window this night.
Did I tell you that? Did I, my darling? So much of the ache hath we to feel as may Shakespeare's lover say "Sad hours seem long". A lament or so, a lament or so I cried, thus on my eyes a dampness in lieu of the blanket of the old eyes - a layer in white but a blur may which blind one evermore. Blink, blink, and blink must thee lest this jiffy may thine eyne catch. 'Twill not be long my l love. Pain will follow anon.
Whose kiss this desire amorous in me, tonight that found my hands the board quite easily by the other bed? On whose affection this loss of sanity in me slowly and slowly? What matter in grey in my brain, psychedelic a screen splits my head in two - colors and colors I see my love. I think I will be blind soon;
Auburn not the shade now, so black the sky above kissing the azure within it - aha! May I deem the turquoise in the bellies of the nimbus and the stratus in silver glaze? The stars hide too, as does the moon behind the stucco of the skyscrapers.
Oh my mind! A realm mine,...