Sunlight smiles on my weary bones
Wind brushes past the curtain to kiss my face
The melodies of morning circle through the trees
And I'm beginning to remember how I loved this place
Twenty years I struggled to absorb the rush
Learning to ignore could hardly dull the pace
Paid for all my crimes, my virtues cost me more
And compromised the very solace of this place
There were long stretches of featureless road
And the detours that left me breathless and unconsoled
One of them a softly focused silhouette
She had the delicate, fragile beauty of youth, porcelain cold
There is no color in the wind
The hues are muted by the memories
No direction through my mind
No clues to anchor me in time
She made me lose my troubles, gave me hers a while
Never minded really, things were different then
Now I'm somewhere near the place where I last had my smile
Is this the focal point of being, the beginning and the end
To hate is to remember, to love is to forget
The dawn and the sunset spinning on the same coin
And when at the right angle you can see both sides
You can stare too long and lose all sense of time
To mirror opposites requires all the pieces be in place
To pass between both sides requires higher space
To continue on a journey you need just one thing
How you reach your destination, well that depends on what you bring
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
Reasons revolve and lightly touched they softly shimmer
Monumental precepts to oasis
Thoughtlessly the will dissolves the tiny fortunes
And returns to darkened alleys, ergo stasis
Hollow impetus ignores the light of dawn
The waking lingers as it blends the last sensations
Now fast forward till the evening stars are drawn
Bleeding out before us, shifting constellations
Some hurt removed the restless pace of silent living
Indulgent injuries becoming less neglected
Blindly lust perfumed anonymous occasions
Preferred but never valued or expected
Weary consciousness exhausts the light of day
The worker struggles till he meets his expectations
Now fast forward till the stars are pushed away
Bleeding out before us, shifting constellations
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC