Impulse Imagination

Impulse Imagination

Impulse Imagination
A jolt of conscious mistakes
An ocean of dreams
Swaying to the sound of broken concrete
And when daylight ends
The raindrops cry asunder
Through the plains of fire
Because the clouds hug tight
To a shattering sky
Flowers wilt
Teardrops die
And in the end there is nothing

A headstone sings
And the vulture rejoices
When the lilacs and lilies
Dream of the moon
In the distance
It can be heard
The crystal stars
Are falling into an abyss
Forever falling
Into uncertainty
And in the end there is nothing

Then into the night
The dusk dances
Beneath the shining velvet
And in the trees
The leaves also dance
Dance in time
To the rhythm of the wind
Carried from the mountains
And sigh in content
Disappearing from the existence
Of Reality
And in the end there is nothing