magic rug

There once below me lay a transient magic rug of gold
Across unexplored terrain it wove valiant illumination
Separated far from home, it explored itself for one in me
I am not a place for it, though faith supports we but one

Taciturn youth persist an irrational honeycomb of indolence
Silence speaks the words that Life insist we must grow akin
The tunnel in your eyes lights the path once traveled in vain
Collapse on the throne - beseech the pawns in the moor
For us, my love

If luck were to strike a pinhead infested with angles, be it so
Oppressed conditions ingratiate cause for change, betterment
Produce outwardly what creative lignite sparks underneath
Your enchanted lips wander to brazen warlords reticent of intent
Kiss mine instead and return to the present connecting realms of fury

Closed inside the pregnant fist of Time lie innumerable choices unresolved in us
Reject the veil fear presents, for it is only a loss, a vortex of future ignorance
Wishing washes possibility, believe not in yourself but create the absence
Bring forth unwashed hands for menial observation on your sepulcher

Push behind to succumb yourself in obscurity lurking right ahead
Above ravishing guilt dormant in complacent minds rest lamps repelled
Understanding leaves the space where truth reigns infinite
Spread out to the levels we recognize as separated from our own
Speak to me and subvert reality when our imaginary bodies meet