Drifter

I have seen the magic that lies within. Is this or anything ever real? Sometimes it is. Sometimes it is but a wish, a dream, a fleeting moment, an internal vision. My life is so beautiful, and at times so similar to a Salvidor creation. Dripping shape. You cannot imagine the passion of moments of brilliance that you bring to me. I wonder if it is sometimes real? Please let it sometimes be real.

The Drifter

Lonely on the top of my hill
I look out across the air
flickering flames near
electric lights afar
noise yet silence
I hear the quite
Flying stone temples into the night
and a jam fills the air