The Flutter of Shooting Stars

Fans spinning on the outer rim of sights set for galaxies.

Soft still the inside of the warm waters of dreams ocean side.

The ivy glow the color of her energy.

Comets speaking in time the bits that caress the full name basis we find ourselves in.

The time of day waits on the record table spinning in daze that seems to bring out the best in you.

Color me reckless the bedside manner spun out in this midnight light.

Carbonation speaking from the seaside.

Froth soaking beads dance from the insides.

Slipping into the silent shades of gray we lay ears pressed against the crashing waves.

The dark days ghosts in haze of sage.

Prayer soaked heads pure in the essence of sandalwood paddled from coast to coast.

The deepest parts of the soul breathing freely.

Inhale the morning glow.

The exhale coming as waves crest.

Old world aesthetic 

New world flow.