Oblivion

There is a home away from my home
Where the girl lives
She buries her head in the pillow every night
And dreams of my home
Just like I dream of hers
Her world has no veils
Only joyous hope
Her words are just thoughts
Transcending consciousness
I think to her in my mind
She thinks back to me
We are alive in our myth of each other
This home that is away from my home
Is the other side of the mirror

Sting

The sting lasted a second
But it pervaded my senses
Seeped into my skin
And became me
The colours are suddenly brighter
The smiles are more sudden

The bee flies happily on its way
Wreaking havoc on its trail

Making cliches of perfectly normal mortals