Signs in the Sky

[George.Wright]

and when we rake the golden fleece of our subconcious
and catch the mystical nits of despair
and sleep amongst the platinum lions of the lair
and allow the geometrical patterns that we all stare
and wonder at the creations of our mind
and teleport to safety every time
just as we are about to drown in the sargasso sea
crabs and gelatins are we, all we
like the nitrates in our own piss
we tend to gamble and always seem to miss
we never seem to wonder and just stare
was that flash gordon or just dan dare?
and we inherit the bones of our creations
just as if we are just some sleeping station
waiting for the gambler and his cross
was that his hair or just some sticky candy floss?
and wallow in the despair of our own dross
awaiting the ultimate magnetism of the sacred loss
that forgives and just unifies
how did that horse learn to fly?
what is the secret of the concept of pie?
is our life a dream or just a lie?
are they the promised signs in the sky?
Georges

[Makera]

George, I love your opening lines to this one! We gotta keep catching those "mystical nits of despair"; keep our hearts open, wondering, and watching........we'll all find out.

Love,
Makera

[George.Wright]

Sometimes we have the nits, sometimes we don't.
Best regards, Makera.
Georges