the chemical compass of your heart

The world painted in blue and green

Faces disappear from the trickery running behind your eyes

Watching the marks of skipping stones

I felt a difference across the wires of your escape

Bringing out every ounce of purity

When we start to believe in our senses

Drop all the pain of constriction

A battle of our senses

Pushing every trace across the water

When the ships burn the night into something beautiful

A compass to your heart exploding through the wires

Like a fisherman 

Like a lifeguard

Like an act of faith

Watching the water for miles and miles

Marching like the sun in a far escape

Like a fisherman

Like a lifeguard

Like an act of faith

When we sail to burn the stars past the chemical compass of your heart

“red balloons fall from their hands”

turning on the inside to fall against all pieces broken in the sky

kites withstand the black glass shining through your heart

your beauty written across every page

turmoil in their silence, blinding the discarded ships falling the lost ocean

turn around to face the days rising on top of every collateral emotion

spinning with a deeper understanding of the hidden gesture drowning above the lakes

every picture on the wall, the still of your escape bleeding from every wall

withstand notes that decay like painted footprints across discolored sentiments

every inch of value rising from the glass ocean

inside you recreate pictures in amplified mirrored houses of figment

digging deeper for silver recognizing the survival- a horse’s instinct

crashing colors against black glass impacting surviving luminescence staining beneath your skin

dusting fingerprints impacted at the end of your mind

reveal the darker contrast of rising castles breaking sustainability

red balloons fall from their hands echoing past eternity

watering the sky

I can hear the burning memories through the window

all the days pacing through your heart

when they start to step outside to realize

the sun starts to amplify

when the wind starts to damage the illumination

all the pressure building in your wings

All this desire pushing you higher

When the sky was blue and our dreams were high

a crack in the introspection

when dreams perspire in the distant without contrast

when memories walk through an echoing sky breaking a million mirrors

digging for lost damage in their lenses

breaking buildings behind their mind

create the forecast of comprehension to silence the pain

they fly across the painted ocean with flashlights in their hands

ride through the spinning Ferris wheels without emotional restrictions

breaking all the filters to grow across a dream

fishing through the silver skies

don’t capsize this ability

words won’t come out from their mouth

mirrors bending in the rain

when we can’t control this world on our own

burning the past away