She wore black on their wedding day, and they laughed at the echoing buzz.
They were the wisest people in the room. The funniest.
They were one, and the rest now, faceless strangers in an unfamiliar dream.
They quickly moved into the garden, where they painted all the flowers gold.
Living off of honey, and coffee beans. It was always hot when they were together.
Laying side by side, tracing shapeless clouds in the surrounding sky.
He would turn to watch ice cubes melting across her lips,
As she spoke out loud, her life long day dreams.
One day they fell asleep, mesmerized by sparkling dust, on their vanilla holiday.
And lost each other in separate dreams.
He was flying, and she was earthbound. Baking in the radiant sun.
She could watch him for hours, making wonders, out of terminal boredom.
He kissed the heavens, and she made love to the earth.
All the while, they held each other, in airy thought.
Once he flew around the world, in a dream. Sending her postcards,
Of the pictures in his mind, And so she closed her eyes, and captured them.
Vowing to never wake again. He promised her chunks of the soaring clouds,
As she clenched the dirt between her waiting fists. Eternally lingering.
She continued to whisper her story to him,
As he watched her muted lips, in another space, and time.
``Everything is dead now
It is not talent, but madness
And I want to die with it
Like you did.
Everything is dead now``
They were the wisest people in the room. The funniest.
They were one, and the rest now, faceless strangers in an unfamiliar dream.
They quickly moved into the garden, where they painted all the flowers gold.
Living off of honey, and coffee beans. It was always hot when they were together.
Laying side by side, tracing shapeless clouds in the surrounding sky.
He would turn to watch ice cubes melting across her lips,
As she spoke out loud, her life long day dreams.
One day they fell asleep, mesmerized by sparkling dust, on their vanilla holiday.
And lost each other in separate dreams.
He was flying, and she was earthbound. Baking in the radiant sun.
She could watch him for hours, making wonders, out of terminal boredom.
He kissed the heavens, and she made love to the earth.
All the while, they held each other, in airy thought.
Once he flew around the world, in a dream. Sending her postcards,
Of the pictures in his mind, And so she closed her eyes, and captured them.
Vowing to never wake again. He promised her chunks of the soaring clouds,
As she clenched the dirt between her waiting fists. Eternally lingering.
She continued to whisper her story to him,
As he watched her muted lips, in another space, and time.
``Everything is dead now
It is not talent, but madness
And I want to die with it
Like you did.
Everything is dead now``
