Floating Islands

A single light in a room of emptiness and color
Illuminates my mind behind curtains of mystery
Words flow out and gather on the page in my hand
Life unfolds in front of me like a book of history

My mind is cleansed by the scent of soap
It infuses me with great impression
Giving past knowledge that I cannot know
I can't remember, I can't remember
Do I want to remember...

Oceans swallow me with ease
A threat of drowning if I don't look in front of me
Opening my eyes the sensation is overwhelming
Currents flow
Under, over, around, beyond
My eyes sting but I cannot close them
I am in desperation

Hanging on the fine line between life and death
Here I stand on floating islands
They take me to strange faces
From strange places
But it's where I have always wanted to be
My home is on these floating islands
Because she is here with me
Somewhere

The oceans leave me on a beach
With lungs full of cold memory
Relief is brought by what my eyes see
No doubt from the sting of the oceans
Those blessed oceans that tortured me
She is there, within my reach
I can see her, finally
Her skin so soft, she is so beautiful...