'tattered remnants'

'tattered remnants'
these tattered remnants look like ancient history
that's all that i can find
she's painting rivers in her child-like imagery
and speaks from time to time
she speaks of time, love and captivity
of everything required

*colors light on the canvas, they light on my eyes
fields of stars i've travelled in dreams
drunken data drunk at light speed
she takes me back where i've never been

in this scene i tangle w/ machinery
as she paints the sky
she paints my world in ethreal gravity
she's building lullabys
she looks to be clouded in transparency
i'm not to question why
*
ohh oh

i found myself waking on those hills of green
i feel that i designed
in my hands the pictures of the things to be
she never paints a lie
*
no!

(© m.a.sample - wreckreation media 2005)