My grisaille is something sad to see For the shallow diver. Behold the reckling in his room Coordinates shifted by a small degree But stained glass lanterns still abloom Nocturnal and blissom as ever Seeking the colored path I am walking
At your bedtime I found myself floating Three thousand meters in the air Saw lightning coming Felt the rain kissing Laid down in a lake Heard the sky quivering Walked the summer sunset Seeing grey Hearing blue Did it alone, did it alone, did it all alone