thanks for the comments...

ok - i'll give ya the crenelated thing. but how do you know thunder has no taste - you can hear it, feel it, so whose to say you can't taste it? And if you could taste it - what do you think it might taste like?

Also, if a bar is filled with smoke and I'm weightless like clouds and you saw through the haze of it all to see me - might I not appear a scepter?

I meant specter - mind the type-o's - it's friday and Elvis has already left the building...

excellent visuals, a soft sensual flow throughout..

The beginning was excellent - great images and word play - but the last stanza just lost the feeling as a whole..