Paradise

Just something...

Imagine a weeded paradise, so immense yet not remembered
Dripping with solitary colour, never to be danced through.
A repulsive prison singing lifelessly to a wicked rhythm

Here one could taste every manipulated word you let slip.
Sound is an over celebrated carnival of livid music as ecstatic as a staggering poet brilliant by his pipe.

Bound in my garden for eternity, I hold seas full of your love
My skin tingles when I think how roses blossom under care,
Leaving a thrill, meager but full in voice.

I feel I can speak murmurs in your ear,
From our mouths sky less want feeds like a vein into the heart.

Waiting over stone thoughts,
Why take time to give a machine will?
 

Author's Note

Umm... nothing really.