retreating into the silence
she thinks in black and white
she breathes in colors and light
and she writes
we are all victims of
every move she makes
we are all observers
of every turn she takes
as the seconds tick on by
and your interstellar dreams drift

your thoughts
and all your senses seem to fade
because everything that you
know
is based off of perception and shadow
and when you lay to bed
at night and
dream
I am in your mind