In My Mind's Eye

H a l l u c i n a t e

There is something about the night that drives everything to madness.

How scarlet gushes across the skyline,

As if God had slit His wrists.

How streaks of yellow d i s s o l v e  into the clouds,

As if Rumpelstiltskin lost his gold in the ocean.

How a flood of inky purple slowly drowns every other color in the end,

As if the Grim Reaper draped his cloak over the universe.

There is something about the night that is absolute bliss to me.

How I can calculate the trajectory of every shimmering comet,

How I can trace the paths of every constellation,

Hopping from star to fiery star.

Something about that two-faced moon,

How its one side can emanate the glow of a thousand Angels,

While the other sulks, swathed in Shadows.

And I can't help but notice,

How our souls are two opposites,

Of a mutual spectrum,

And if I were to feign impartiality,

If I were to pretend objectivity,

I'd dare say we have a good deal to learn about one another.

And the same way day falls into night,

I fall into you.