I'm far away from my body
flying
floating
free
In a land
where whales are
not bound
to watery cages
They paint the landscape
with their shadows
like clouds.
breathes life into me
lost again
I hear it
the heartbeat
of energy
Lights flash and
freeze time
utopian sirens
the heartbeat of a culture.
rapt attention
hair nearly glowing
under the midnight moon
This world
made of dreams
my escape
clocks falling over trees
full moon
brighter than the sun
without chains
constraints
This dreamworld is perfect.
and
I touch the sky
Coming down would mean
loss of feeling
Numb
Alone
I wait for them
sirens with beautiful voices
Music painted by an artist
strokes of sound
reminiscent of heaven
I'm not coming down from this
Voices in chorus, singing, calling
my sirens
my hypnosis.
blank staring eyes
sterile white walls
Slow creeping insanity
gives them bliss.