Painted within your
Rainbows of dreams,
a delicate vision of
Altered Reality.
My veins, thin as
Spidersilk beneath the
Milk White
of my lucid skin
flow with perception
Beyond My Own,
The amalgamate of
burning needs unfilled
and ever-changing
Crystaline Clarity.
Will there be, for me,
a Closure?
Or am I destined to
Never Know
the pathway of your
Ever Elusive --
Perhaps Nonexistant --
Heart?