PetalsThe rock was painted with broad expressionistic strokes of scarlet. Now, after eternity and a season of rain, all physical evidence is gone. Of course, Jessie has always known she would not survive in body, but in thoughts and words. Tonight they are gathering to express those thoughts and share those words. Jessie is the first to arrive, and she sits down on the rock, watching the sun set and waiting for the others.
After the sun goes down, she stands up. She expects to see the other two climbing – and she does – but what strikes her is the bay, far below: a tireless reminder that the cycles of the world – the crashing of waves, the ebbing and flowing of tides – ceases not even for the most celestially significant of prophets. But now Nina is arriving, and the other one is not far behind.
"Hello. How are you? I haven't seen you since the funeral."
"Has it really been a year? Yes, the 14th of September. Seems like just last week we were in her garden looking for four-leaf
ScissorsShe was like a pair of scissors. She came into my world and started cutting. She cut the strings that hold and the reins that control. She cut the bars that imprison and the leashes that pull.
She cut everything. It was all loose. Every particle of my soul was free to move, free to sing, free to run away. They mingled with each other, and found their friends, and were not held back in their universal dance of life.
All the gates were opened, and particles which had long been locked behind the doors other people's consciousness were free. When these doors swung back, and your soul danced with mine, I realised that any distinction between "you" and "me" and the universe was as meaningless as the distinction between of object and subject. When every particle of being has mixed into the mass of everything, how can they be separated again?
And then she cut my heart. She cut out a little piece, and took it away.
Paint A PictureI want to paint a picture
Paint a picture of nothing
Nothing to do
With anything new
Paint a picture of the past
Make a moment last
Paint a picture in blue
Won't have a clue
But it's a picture of red, purple, and you
Sorry to say
Not your fault really
I'm sure you didn't mean to
Don't know what you're thinking
Not sure how you feel
Understanding will come tomorrow
Or if it means nothing, which I'm sure it does
Well, then, I'll forgot it soon enough
To the cold, comforting dark
Let it embrace you
And dream you sweetly
Whatever you dream
Dream sweetly, my friend
And dream, my friend,
Die now, because I love you
Die now, just to live
Die now, or die a thousand deaths
at the hands of those you love
Die now, or die the painful deaths
of anger, hate and blood
Die now, and let me weep today
Die now, or we will grieve away
the remainder of your life
Die now, and you can save the day
Die now, and rest in peace