Should I let my soul take over, as I close my eyes?
To see, a beautiful voice –
To be born out of ashes, with a purple mind!
To relieve the darkness and drown in the sun, a hope for mankind!
To make the hallowed nights smaller and the sunflowers prettier!
To search for the unseen, unforgiving stairway to heaven, split the mind barrier!
Should I let my soul walk over, as I try not to see through them?
To hear, a beautiful vision –
To stand again from fallen dreams, finding ground beneath!
To rise into that heavenly space of nothingness, leaving all, of materialistic heath!
To build the shadow of the other life, before we ascend the levels, for that eternal bliss!
To suck back the blood once shed, to un-kiss the shadow of the dead, the poison and the hiss!
Should I let my soul burn out, as I try to save the fleeting glimpse!
To feel, a beautiful smell –
Emanating from the bed of roses, pacifying the unreal senses!
To lie into the cosmic void, floating in a surreal, golden halo, nursing the disjoint bruises!
To tend to the days once gone, and embrace the winds of change, as if nothing else matters!
To search for the lost conscience, in a crowd of cowards, in the marinated backwaters!
Should I let my soul come out of my eyes, as I try to see the reality?
To smell, a beautiful touch –
To a stroke that dilates the coat of dark paint from the true blue skies!
To a mother’s feel, a lover’s zeal, that makes us cry, drop a tear and then rise!
From a vision, to a smell, within a feel, to without a voice,
To see, to hear, to feel, to smell, to express that is a choice!