Been so long now, and the colors are part of my eyes prisms for the bluest part black dot horizon line pupils are mine and im seeing colors true for spring like flower feathers, silk in this calling life devine with out words. I've been here purple heart, mine disapears I've been here closing in...the sky overwhelms me with you saying goodbye. a heartache for a star. and its so long since I've been why are there no right words for spring like flower feathers blossoming silk rays; all lightening whispering and freedom won't be calling life one thing theres just eyes being sight words not deep enough to be the feeling. and the closest meaning, Of life.... AS now im taking off.. is an airplane horizon, riding the skyline showing me height. its like oceans depth.. content with just sound night
