The Sweet Dreamers way

To be composed of colour and song

is maddening

A burning life that is romanticized,

of the sweet dreamers way

Ah! The sweet dreamers way!

For surely Cadmium brings the

joy of sunflowers

A slow poisoning of forgotten darkness

For how the dreamers way is sweet,

the painters hand that touches stars

and golden lit streets

To dream is cruel - A violent

stain of wine red -

thought to be the colour of lovers,

The entwining of passion,

To dream is mercury, zinc,

A lovers gentle whisper luring, luring ...

To dream is a cruel, persuasive darkness

The beating of a wild heart is deafening.

Or drowning.

To choke on our own crimson blood,

the drum of intoxicating hope -

Filling our lungs, cutting off breath,

with manic abandon

I imagined once what quiet thought might be

Yet was surprised to find a ceaseless,

thrumming melody

No space of silence, nothing of gentle serenity

I imagined once what a quiet thought

may be

Only to remember I am composed

of colour and song

And I will drown in this chaos

this bright Kaleidoscope that

shatters

- To dream is to drown

Where has the rose and gold gone?

They fall away to disenchantment -

a forgotten wonder,

The gold blinds and soft rose

sickens

Until the colours fracture,

as a prism fractures light

There is no space for the voice to rise,

to raze the hope of tomorrow

To be composed of colour and song

is maddening

A burning life, romanticized

There is no sweet

dreamers way...