when the sun sets
over this glassy water
leaving its trail of burning gold,
to float, shimmering, on the edge of the world
it leaves behind its silver afterimage
hanging, luminous in the skies
don't get too close, or it will suck you in
but what a better way to go,
sipped sweetly by the moon?
a mystery, a kiss from a temptress
drinking you slowly
deadly, wayward nightmares
cello notes fading behind sorrows
the sun sets on our lives,
leaves behind what the night holds
walk in the moonlight, drink in the quiet chaos
these sounds, like prison bars, hold us in
when the moon rises
over this rippling lake
draws a path of molten silver,
settling upon the surface, flying through endless night
what sound is there in space?
all quiet flautists chirping, or whimsical siren song?
dancing softly in the clouds, overshadowed by stone
this love of midnight wanderings
of waltzes when the sky is clear
and rain patters a rhythm on the parched earth
we have so little time, these days of our lives
moments slipping by in these darkened hours
where nothing sleeps, and the soft call of dawn goes unanswered
when stars flicker
to a medley of notes, and soft weeping
holds us in, breaths us out
we are nothing
ashes on the breeze, or teardrops 'neath the mighty wave
humbled, and raised above - this song that holds us within our cage
walking in the night, stepping through the trees
a playground of sorrows, old wants and needs
fears flicker in the blue, upheld by soft whispers
and motes of time, dust in the air
I love you so.
forgotten, left behind, past the ages and eons
floating on the edge, casting a shadow of light
so far away, so close,
to dance within your arms again, misty fog entrapped,
to laugh by your side again,
for all that is forgotten, falls.
I am as if the angel,
left behind by that one most high
fallen, forgotten in the mists of time
this I say, not without regret;
you have given me this power-now i am free
to forget.
(c) 2012/2013
