lucid imaginings

What’s he waiting for?
The sun to shine?
Well, it won’t turn out baby,
It’s half past nine
Did you really think
you’re the only one gathering
mystique, fallen glory
and bits of sunshine?
In this twilight of green,
you look for all that’s red
Summery, airy, jiggling lights.
Fireflies in the day
Glowing for a lark
In thick of a dull haze.
Yes, this is my world,
at my command.
Here you’ll find
the very corners of my mind,
mapped, pinned and written down.
Watch your step!
Mind your head!
Lest you end up hitting yourself
There’s much of me
making it’s way around.
Distorting, engaging, contorting
throwing you around in turns.