Part I: Dropping.
We were songbirds in a lost dream,
Somewhere on a beach, between the icy glades,
Siphoning off minute bits of reasoned time,
For the lewd battles that lay ahead,
With sand beneath our feet,
And Sand in our hair,
Sand in our teeth,
Sands' light reflections
Suddenly laid bare.
We were drinking and sinking
Into a silver oceanic chalice,
There was wet sunlight everywhere,
Wet sunlight glazing off our skins,
Falling into our eyes,
Dropping onto our tongues,
We could taste it
The sunshine and cyan,
We could surf the paved liquid tunes,
But nothing mattered, not in least
As we walked towards the beast,
Hand In hand and shrinking
All our sensations blinking,
It was our overtime.
Part II : Floating .
There was quiet under the water,
Safety and subtly,
Like in the womb of the sea goddess
We were worshipping then,
While we lay afloat,
Under the blue crush,
The steel rush,
The moon flashing us
Its sensation staligtile visions,
Shooting white arrows at us under the bubbles,
Arrows of light and pastel shine,
Arrows, electric.
We were floating,
On currents,
Floating nowhere,
Floating everywhere,
Floating together.
Part III: Descending
There was snow beneath our feet,
Scratching us in recognition,
Of the cold that seeped
Into our minds and sides,
In recognition of the thawing,
Of the descending,
Of the de-peaking.
White from below, white from above,
White from the sides, white from the rides,
White forms,
White foams,
White devils and white Gods,
White clouds frothing
Into the white snow,
The light was white,
The light was flying beneath us,
Into a kaleidoscope of colours,
Some dirty, some clean,
Some shimmered,
While some gleamed,
All victims of an
Inverted white magic,
We were preying on the whistling.
Part IV : Awakening
I heard you take out your wings,
I heard you flutter,
I heard the whistling,
I heard the sizzling.
I heard us sail
Through the moon light,
Through the laced liquid dynamite,
I heard me take out my wings,
I heard me flutter,
I heard the whistling.
I heard us whistling…
