Color of the Pool
Lillie West
Driving through the fog
I couldn't tell which way was down
Three rabbits on the road
A message from a different realm
The hum of something new
The sharp metallic blue
And yes you know I love it
When we are both looking straight at me
But I'm feeling multiplied
Feeling far away from what I need
What is sick
What is part of it
I want to be the color of the pool
I want to hold
The fire part of fuel
And I can't see a place where I wouldn't let it follow me
Moving currents in in the air sensing shifting energy
The moment before a crash
The sound of breaking glass
