Where snowflakes fall and fluid flows chilled,
across the ocean's path where the air stands...
An expansion of ones mind,
An extra eye for the physically blind...
The world, as I know it,
is fictional...
He came
as an unexpected breeze...
When daddy's heart
went soft repose...
Windows became crafted
with indelible pain...
Freedom
to become...
I found the street in daylight,
walked on its moss-throttled flagstone...
Every man has his own song
his own book...
I tiptoe across the glass,
Watching where I step...
I saw a moon not quite
as full as you...
Pretending the sun is shining
does not stop the rain from falling...