Skygazer (Klimt 1918)

'Til the colours dissolve a slight difference in the air I feel. Whatever wind says I am that's what I'm not. I don't cry over you. My hands are so cold, my face is so pale. With more sky than words I live. Season has changed, each loss of my breath I gaze the blue. I never see stars again, I have them on my knees. Heaven trickles down the drain. Still showing my teeth to the great vast vault, I want to sweat out fears. I'll cover my shame with salt sky waves bathing all my limbs away. I want the (whole) world to know how I cried how my spirit flew. 'Til the blue sky involves a slight difference in this life I make. Notwithstanding the untold, the universe is mine, in this basement I hold (out). My hands are so cold my face is so pale. With more sky than words I live. Season has changed, each loss of my breath I gaze the blue. I never see stars again, I have them on my knees. Heaven trickles down the drain. Still showing my teeth to the great vast vault, I want sweat out fears. I'll cover my shame with salt sky waves bathing all my limbs away. I want the (whole) world to know how my spirit flew, how my eyes and skies unite.