Lost clouds that have found a home...
Coated in vanilla candles...
Let them light up an ice cream for me...
...
The grass can't be seen, but it cushions my woes...
Takes my body to Panama...
Takes my mind to therapy...
Listening to not a voice,
But crystal air speaking to me...
...
I can't feel a thing...
This numbness hugs me at night...
Like an afterlife meeting...
Where the sky is a dragon of gold...
That surfaces my world...
...
A sweet memory farplane...
Where my soul can taste the sugar canes of the evenings...
Where memories become the source of all that is elegant...
...
Rest with me.