Dead Dreamers

In the places where dreamers collide.
We are brought together by destruction and water color.
Of tragic melodies unfolding within.
We are the infinite ciphers.
Hardbound and lost in chapters of unrest and marvel.

Indefinite.
We teach songs to the dying.
Of already being.
And sleeping underwater.
Of the oceans in the clouds.
And the banality of our everyday walk.

In desperate strides.
And at a fiery pace.
In scrolls of long lost hope unknown.
We die and are reborn upon the recurring eves of realization.
To love and to create.
To walk on hallowed ground.

In amaranthine catharsis breathes a balance unseen.
Of ephemeral moments.
And the aurelia of our conciousness.
In the stars lie forgotten secrets.
And on the tongues of dead dreamers lies the heart of the earth.