this morning
all i see
are white ships
fading into the fog
orange glow of city lights
a junkyard ambience
with locks on the chains
our eyes growing brilliant
we are strangers

here
the soapbox pulpit is bare
here
crystal rain will cling
to branches of trees
that will one day conquer this world

i envision
armies of fireflies
circling miniature deserts
swiming in the beams
like soft incarnations of truth

here
a sudden state of grace
here
the sun is sneaking
in between the trees
trespassing like unwelcomed shadows
fragments of dreams i have forgotten in the morning

i am refined
i am weathered
i have only lies to bleed
here
only skies will bleed