I am a fallen sky that has robbed the green of full grandness,
I concealed a world of color
covered by the mantles of my solid blankness.
My breathless blue skin that robbed the air of lightness,
hides the fantasy of an unlivable magic.
I hold a mirror of deceiving beauty,
despicable to the eyes that dream to know me.
The sun seems to sleep on my mantle of reflection,
and I paint the loving stars where the night breeze seeks affection.
I am a painter of the stories that fly with the celestial air,
for beneath the ripples of my brush
I shield the life of a painting so loved no mind can bear.
But once you found how to swim through my currents,
my tales I must share.
Dive and you must find them pleasant.
I sing of a place
where time fights no speed in my depths,
and the dance of trees, you have not heard,
swing to the song of melodious swoon,
the wind on Earth has never tuned.
I sing of the creatures of swaggering fins and sailing tails,
who stained by the mighty lights of a rainbow,
can fly where wings find no embrace.
They are the flock of my skies that prance in my name,
set to breathe another air
where the rays of the sun graze through in morning light,
and dance with the rhythms of my songs of delight;
where a castle lays a monumental sight
of coral garments and uplifting stones-
a ledge that rejoices in a spectrum unknown.
I see you under my spell of tasteful glass,
that seems to curse an everlasting thirst
and the window of your eyes
squint in the burn of sweet salt.
You befriend my touch
the most delicate of all.
Try to hold me and I break,
try to kiss me
and I’ll drown in a fall of tearful drops.
You can never hug me so I cry in your touch.
I console you in the music of my silence,
and the whispers of timeless waves.
Through the doors of my kingdom, you have found a way.
Forget not that we share a story to be held.
Shield my enchantments like I did not long ago.
If I die today, tomorrow will go.
