Syntax of Things

Having this all to myself 

Gaining faith losing control 

Makes me feel so alive 

I'm shiny enough to be sold

Wanting to say things

Blue, then grey, now white

Never to be quiet 

buzzing with the blindness of night

Beneath this unknown sky
Wandering to a perfect beat

Reinventing your name

With a past that can't repeat 

Like an empty altar

No angel in sight 

Just our telepathic connection 

Beckon dear so I can see your light

Wanting to be found 

so much to look at

Electric and so alone

Roaming like a stray cat

A gauzy apparition 

towering over my dreams

This energy catches me 

 I'm deciphering what it means

Transparent desire

Offering no resistance 

This is meant to be

And everything admits this

-B.D.W.