Translucent Past of Borders

Tears on a halo of music
She tells me it'll be ok
so, I close my eyes and see Venus
Time to float away
Put away the books and actually live
out of the words emerging a real life version
of a fairy tale or mystery
Sure, it's a little hysterical
but I'm feeling lyrical
and words I do not understand
make me write words I don't understand
no translation, just sound
sooner or later these blank pages will fill up
with stamps from other countries.
Somewhere is a caravan of traveling thieves
last time I saw her, she was with them
she learned how to steal when she lost her society
more to dream, more to think
in a translucent past of borders.