Lysergia

The tribal drums beat wildly
as the acid seeps and creeps within a memory,
cracking open a smile
we'll never lose, but never see.

rising with the smoke and ash,
our moods are thrown about the skies,
time is a thing of the past,
and reality whistles is final goodbye

the stars in mind grow soft and tired
from shining so brightly,
pliable thoughts bend inward, within,
taking grip tightly.

the trees take form, its leaves a-light;
this ceaseless storm brings sleepless nights.
your eyes a-glow, with that and which,
a love is made, and souls are mixed.

communication breaks down in a toneless pitch;
lo and behold, our persona is split
you're left alone and barely missed,
for flesh and bone do not exist

you're far but near, and its hardly clear,
who could have forced this change?
just find a mirror, you'll see it clearer:
yourself divorced, estranged.