Slithering Skies

By the alabaster structure, on which the escape dwells
I see you coming forth in my hammock of dreams

I’m with myself in a contortion of streams and rivers
Oceans and skies, spaces and times, wonder's and why's

Forget the hands I’ve been awarded, I’m in disguise of the truth
For everything will be revealed in time,
And the space will fill
With the oceans and rivers and reflect the skies and the stars
No longer will I wonder why...

Looking beyond the end, it’s never really become clear
Only more apparent there’s no conundrum in my fears

A slithering feeling quivers my spine,

The taste of reality spills over my tongue...