June 15, 2007

a relative way



It is time
to see the side
of the shining moon
crazily flying in the sky
all around it diamonds
and grass on sweet secrets
the dawn is but obscured
by a division in the wishes
of being numb to the education
breaking childhood into shards of cigars
The barking of the dogs echoed through the machine
as the whine of the thin ice struck at the controls of the sun
Therefore it is time now
tomorrow it may all have changed
There may no more be a difference between us and them
by the mudmen in the relic of ancient gold over burning bridges
It is ultimately comfortable to know that a dream has been lived
when I was a child I dreamt of watching you live, to hear your voice as I go to the show.

Its time!