Come wonder with me,

Where the stars combust into thousands of colors and fall down,

So swiftly and so silently,

Against the winds cries,

Will you follow me?

Follow your feet,

As your soul guides you across the shadows of light,

Vines of blood grow over the buildings and foliage covers the sight of life,

Illuminated by candle light of dreams,

warming the lost cold air

Leave this sad world,

Don’t look down as you gently fall,

But look up at the swirls of memories mixed in colors that slowly drip,

painting the world onto your own.

Your prison slowly swirls into a room suspended by nothing,

Lost in time,

Swirls of soft light float about,

soft purples with blue accents,

Silver pulsing with white streaks,

Walls cloaked in pictures of past long forgotten,

Floor cluttered with letters from the mad,

Just silently sit by the window,

Watch how the stars dance and sway to your melody.

In the witness of night, The moon seems so big, The air feels so safe,

To simply twirl and scream.

The tears float up, sorrow turned to colors.

Come wander with me,

To the world of Mist and fog,

The lost hums of loved ones,

The chill enticing yet sickly,

a dull grey.

Do not look back to the real world,

Just stay in your room,

Watch the stars go by,

as they slowly play.

Don’t sit in silence, but hum,

Hum as you sit in the fog and mist,

And let the tears float.