I had a dream, which hit like a beam through the seams
Slits and in-betweens of the beams I used to intervene the gleam with
My whole scene lit quick as it was seen through the thick
Gloom mola**es my room was like my past was
A black cast full of cats with black masks
Ask love my sun was pathless my night was moonless
Thinking about how bright the room was when the light consumed us
Me and my every splinter heavy winter and then she entered
Turning seasons a burning beacon she had me centered on her axis
Thought there was no access
Urn's full of the ashes from every past actress
Crash from the very flash that ashed them
Blasting through my window pain Black Widows through the flame
Turned brittle burned kindle no riddle to her name
She was love invincible simple and plain
Holding her gaze set my home a blaze admiring her shoulder blades
Her wings of fire how they fly her through out this snowy brain
This cold stone I used to ice old memories
Like coal for energy burns into the unknown tenderly
Only the skeletons remain
Turning gelatin in the flame from when I tell them her name
Found the felon in a gentleman's frame she put a torch to it
Rebuilt what mattered and then added a porch to it
For star gazing with a heart brazen
Forces of art facing art through a forest of dark mayhem
She is my sun she is my moon
She is my every cliché inspired before his bloom
Sits a writer in his room sipping fire with a spoon
Too soon yet newly crowned no room for cooling down
Felt the pressure of Jester no fooling ‘round
She is my love unmeasured she knew me now