![]() I watch, and wish that my being could join yoursĭancing in the sky of a familiar and foreign light blueĭancing endlessly in the backgrounds of my dreamsĭrawing from the familiar and forgien light blueĬause the blue was from your beautiful eyes. Only to form a silhouette of your enchanting soulĭancing gracefully amongst my dream’s background The black birds swarm, swirl, and fly into the sky ![]() The birds are all gone, but small black flocks on the groundīut with an explosion of fluttering wings The sky now a familiar but foreign light blue Only brought to life by the rainbow of birds The sky has been a perfect, natural, boring blue The breeze is refreshing after walking for hours The ocean a familiar and foreign light blueīut when I stand to re-enter the gently rolling wavesĪ background for the silhouette of your perfect being My world becomes empty, just a background ![]() The sky a familiar and foreign light blue I feel Lean, I feel agile, and I am dangerous I hope for time away from thoughts of you Now and then Is it over yet? Will I ever love again? Is a vile reminder that I would rather just forget So I watch the summer stars to lead me homeĪ jumble of footprints, and hasty steps I can’t retrace I’m a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my ownīut the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone I’m a silhouette, asking every now and then I fell in love with nothing but a presenceĬause I can’t put to bed these phobias and fearsīut I’m no stranger to, the heartache and the painīut I know better than to leave and let it die To fall in love with something I do not understand To fall in love with something I do not know I fell in love more gently that I thought Thinking that you were not but a figment of my imagination all this while I fell in love much more that I should have.Īnd so I whisper good-bye, even if just for myself That I had fallen in love with something otherworldly Yet under a cloudless sky falls a downpour I wonder A beast, a spirit, a demon, an angel, a monster….Īnd for some reason… with every minute that I spendįor a simple silhouette now soaked and strippedĬompletely transparent with nothing in its way That seemed as though this night would never end Instantly revealing that what I had seen this morn. Within pain, a compassion that gives and branches forth,įrom the silhouette, from the reflection,Ī memory that I had made to be as a figment of my imagination that I had formed in this gloomy day. Within anger, a passion runs wild like leaves slicing through a breeze, Within loss, a freedom that dances and twirls the shadow, The branches sway and the silhouette morphs, The hurt and then the tears like sap running through a cut,Īre intangible memories of feelings, a silhouette. The comfort of a voice as it echoes upward lost in tangles of branches and twigs The bits of laughter bouncing off branches, it fades The tickles from an embrace of leaves that gather and play, Like my memories reflected through feelings, The shadows of movement cast by light from unexplained sources, The changing colors of the background merging into a haze, The abstract outlines of a figure like undefined edges of the shadow, An amorphous imprint of the tree on the wall.
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