taboo highs....

The intoxicating dance of a fragile soul
The ebb and flow of passion so strong
An urge to go explore the unknown depths
Of darkness, light and a million shades of fading pink
Sunset calls to the unrest within,
With the sunrise comes another night,
Insecure, unsure, hiding, silence.
Secrets of the past and secrets of the present
Circling skies, floyd and learning to fly
Those talks on life under the spell of smoke
Leaving reality waiting below
Those carefree times when we sailed the skies
Our mind was unbound, with taboo highs
It cleared, clouded, confused, and created…
A philosophy, a reality, a dream, a tie
Those days went by, so long ago
Those faces faded in a Smokey glow.
Our words hang in suspended fright
Out dreams wait in the fringes of the night

Still at times when the smoke does engulf,
Those days of freedom float in these vacant spaces
Begging for a chance to be let out again
To take me dancing in the winter rain
Like that magical December night
Maybe three years ago…