you are a dream, surreal, supreme.
you make me feel, like i have nothing seperating.
but i wish,
how i wish,
to be free.
you can take flight without wings
but this is the smallest of things.
you make me feel fire in water, coexisting,
boiling my feelings, steaming my fears.
dont you know this, cant you show me
all the secrets you can tell me?
for i will astound by lifting up the ground
while kissing the sky and you.
look! it turns my world into escher's fantasy
while i ride on this lasting moonbeam,
from io.
io.
and it makes me feel partially real.
and partially a dream.
but we are,
yes, we will
be free.