The ash-filled skies, the rusted rain Contact through sneers, a struggle for the sunlight There isn’t even life, in the small, unreliable window of the miniature garden You close your eyes and stroke my hair
Claudia Wield a brush and sketch out your dream Deep within eyes that are sewn shut Isn’t the world at a standstill so beautiful?
Claudia It’s fine if your “I understand” is mistaken I’ll be your hands and your legs That’ll be fine as it is
If there were dreams that dwelled only within your two eyes, those eyes that can’t reflect even a “tomorrow” I’d want to try plunging into the other side beyond this painting Even if it’s in monochrome, it doesn’t matter to me
Blackness spills onto the sky, painting people red A parade insufficient of nonsense The Buddha claps his hands
In a world where the birds flying in the cloudy skies could aim guns at each other
Draw me once more
Claudia If you’re going to learn the answer, then it’s fine not too look Even if you add to it, it can still be erased on this canvas The world will be at your will
Claudia, I give you my word Come over to me I’m here you know, you don’t have to be scared I gently took your hand
You grasped it tightly We don’t know anyone or need anything Let’s continue living in this dream