That mountain view once up high, far too high,
it was shaken not stirred
so that nausea was never felt, it was heard
Senses sometimes get tangled up
so i don't hear you, i feel your sound near
you see the biggest joy this way
as senses sometimes interplay
Your language sometimes gets shaken this way
you smell the choreography as it dances it's way
away and as you look at what it could have been
you hear a flower grow, and when people say "smell"
you say wow
but it's not all good, it's not just blood, it's the sound of it
it's not just monsters
it's the feel of it
it's not just love
it's the smell of it
I think that's what I see when I see auras play on your fingertips, it's not energy i'm seeing it's sound, smell, who knows what senses interplay, to shape up what i'm seeing, that indigo gleam that makes me wonder - is this real, or am I dreaming?