Crimson Tides

Crimson tides, washed in waves
while dancing on white satin
on these lonely distant shores
a dreamer's paradise
or life filled with skeleton keys
in a home, which has no doors
and ceilings – without floors.

Where is the reason
hidden behind a pale moon
when there is no truth to see
so you lay with eyes wide open
wishing they would close
while peering out the window
at the rush…. of humanity.

Catch the glimmer on crimson tides
as seasons swing and change
and windows open wide
while dancing on white satin
just a dreamer's paradise
in the middle….
of the night.