Astral Apples

snippets from a dream you can't recall, she's whispering truths that sound like fancy and lies, and i know her. she'll dance naked like a flame of the fire we are under your pale moonlight if you bring her that om. bring it all home, doll, bring me that om so we can turn this pale moon nest into our own little om sweet om i'll do it all night. i'll whisper our truths until they sound like lies, and we can laugh and dance naked like flames of the fire we are. astral projecting is nothing to fear. so, shhhh, relaxx, and have a bite of this apple, m'dear