Words are flowing out
like endless rain
into a paper cup
John Lennon
Across dark patterns in the sky
between sparks of light,
green and blue
I drift while dreaming.
the nameless vastness that reaches
into my deepest corners
its tendrils take me
into a killling and chilling embrace.
Universe is only a word that seems
to fit into it
and into me
into the void.
Across the Universe I drift once more
amongst the dust of stars
I can not drift again
I am found.
