#bertmccaskey

Whisper softly what you want to tell me Grab me gently with how you want to touch me Take me over there where the yellow glow hovers Floating petals with howling winds Grazing our cheeks with synthesizing beats Handling a book bag of safe keeps Engulfed in foreign characteristics that claim reality But, those who have never traveled with a beating heart Have not lived a day with orange lilac sunsets And twilight falls of neon lights with crystal glittered skies

Wrap me in the fabric Of bourbon nights Music sheets With a hint of laughter surrounding me It’s all I can smell Forever lingering Taunting me But, over here, it is my sanctuary  Holding my head up when gin becomes willing A mixture of conspiracies entangled in the cushions Tell them to sit down and to hold it all in For this is where I’ll sleep After the magic is gone and The sun doesn’t know where to begin 

A starry being Forever craving a touch Of the twilight sky

Evergreen leaves To another dimension  Of constellations and hopes All in the hand of the one That inhales the flowers of lovers But exhales toxic rain 

The ground is shaking for beneath us is another world Of fallen ages that glorify  The season of intelligence  Wait for them to drop  So we may step on their heads For the sound is so pleasing Even little ones will join in Not knowing what they have done 

I like the stars Lavender daze of a velvet hand I like the air Lips as blushing knock outs I like this atmosphere  Maroon cotton covering life But she turns to me now I am like you

Craving wam hands In the song of new beginnings Don’t wallow in the depths For the wind of bare bark Will greet us soon Don’t feel the sorrow within For beneath our feet will crunch Of old enemies and new gold Stop clinging to closed hands For the heat will dance before you As mother changes once again Just as you will begin to All over again

A siren carrying this filth Of the dark that follows beneath  Shadows but the sun  Wandering above what I believe is she A voice to the woman in glasses Will surely help these worries But it is the siren that carries me As I pollute everything I see