I want to lift my paintbrush to the sky
and dabble across the horizon
streaks of blue and gold

I want to look to the heavens 
and paint each tiny star
onto the midnight sky

When my lungs run out of oxygen, I breathe in hope instead.
My tongue knows the taste of sweet imagination,
of holding on with stubborn fists,
and I sit,
spewing what-if’s until they fold themselves into carbon dioxide
or force me to choke.

They say I keep my head in the clouds,
but I know the clouds are all in my head,
and I lose myself in their shifting shadows,
as they twist into the drifting shapes of a future.
You might call me a dreamer,
but have you seen my dreams?
Because a mind so lost in fantasy
sees a hundred ways of heartache,
but knows a thousand more that could go right.

So when the world turns dark, I’ll fall into the grass, eyes up.
They tell you the sky behind the stars is dark and empty,
but I looked for myself, it’s luminous beneath those brilliant specks.
And I can’t dictate the movements of those stars
but my god, can’t you see how they could align?

The horse bucked her for the third time since they had left the town of dust. Hard soled boots and the frills of her dress a blooming rose in the sun. The broken ground of the path showed no kindness as the lady crashed down on her shoulder. Petals flattening where gravity met them and becoming still. The lady shrieked at her horse, at the snake rushing off into the dead brush and at the blue stain of color that now crawled under her skin. And with a fistful of dirt thrown in scorn to the wandering wind, the lady slapped her thighs and clambered back on the horse. The mountains shook in the blaze of midday. Shadows stuck under the horses hooves. The lady was trying her best not to sweat as the humming heat grew loud, but the broach round her neck had become slippery on her skin and her cotton dress tacky on her legs. Her water was gone and she couldn't remember whether she had drank it or if the gaping sun had. But the heat, the heat was incredible.

theres a poem in this lake
however it may hide
dive deep among it's waters
or simply look up at the sky

dip your fingers in the waters tears
watch the wind shake the trees
smile at the setting sun
and let yourself be free

watch the shadows dance to the breeze
watch the leaves fall
watch the mountains loom
and reach up, strong and tall

theres a poem in this lake
you just have to find it