Angel's Dust
 

Angel's Dust

Diving into the mystic depths of thought and space and time
The celestial enigmas shun my sweet sublime
My swirling thoughts, long without intrusion
The silent doldrums in my head

I feel safe, though I am hopeless

The eloquent cascading of an ethereal peace
Isolation of this sentiment
Eyes wide closed, sailing far beyond earth
Sitting on the roof, yet soaring overhead

I feel safe, though I am hopeless

With the detrius of angels sprinkled on my shoulders
The penetrating stare of the stars, swirling blurs
Drowning in the moon's everlasting gaze
The mystic depths of thought and space and time and shadow

I feel safe, though I am hopeless

gotta love PCP