"ecstacy"

As I grasp my life,
the stars won't stop shaking,
to close my eyes is worse,
than these moments fear.

Twilight is in me,
to earth my heavy chain,
to bring me back again float,
on the moon shaking.

The night stars have burst,
raging psychedelic,
fizzing snow cone syrup,
in pure silence drip.

Climb on Mingus dig,
to skies blue sparkles white,
fly away deep on fly away,
The only way is down.

Look at the rocks call,
They are calling me, "ghosts,"
gold rush girls of treasure,
slide down off the cliffs.

Roses on desert,
stars shaking for a glimpse,
like an old west movie,
red wild on dry dirt.