NEW POETIC ORDER

we’ll fill the abundance of colour

with our peace and imagination

and we wont need to sleep to dream

as they’re all coming true now

as we paint the air around us 

with stars and moons

and will we wont need to speak to hear

each other’s voices

as I can hear it from your eyes 

when you look into mine

and the lines of magnetism

rushing from our hearts 

collide in the open fields