Beautiful

Saturday night, the clock ticks,
Beating into my mind like a hammer
Against a cracked, wooden board;
My heart stops for a second
To take a breath from all the racket;
The air feels like a thousand swords
Penetrating my earthly, cold flesh;
Until my sight set itself clear,
I was descending from a nasty habit
Of believing that I was drifting
From the truth I for so long feared;
You were standing in the doorway,
Swaying your hips against the frame,
Smiling in your casual grin
And pretending like I wasn't there;
I glanced at you through black and white,
Feeling something within my head,
Determining the cause of my addiction,
Through harmony and joy,
Pleasure and conviction,
Drowning in my own waters,
Tasting my own medicine;
Your hair flowed like a breeze,
Blowing across a desert landscape;
Your eyes were closed to the sound
Of a song perfectly played
To the rhythm of your snake dance;
Have you ever dreamed
Of taking yourself from this place,
On the back of a white stallion
Galloping through thunderous rainstorms,
Taking a rest at the nearest filling station
You could drink the finest water,
Feast upon the finest meal,
Just don't forget to tip the waiter
Before you run out of money;
It doesn't matter if you notice me there,
Just as long as I see you smile
With your velvet lips tasting the sweetness
Of a life so beautiful,
That it could only be visionary