I never,
never,
meant to hurt you,
and then the door
slammed shut
behind you.
How the Sun and Moon,
have spent so long
together,
keeping their rhythm,
Without ever screaming,
or shouting.
Water runs over stone,
it refines,
fluid, burbling brooks
run over
and never does the age old rock
refuse to be perfected.
She dances,
endlessly, outside
of time, parallel to us,
and he watches,
adoring gaze,
never bored of how she moves.
And I marvel
at that, complete love,
but I do not envy,
for we might scream and shout,
and slam doors,
but the light
at the end
of the tunnel
will always be you,
and it's not exactly functional
but it's there.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
I never,
never,
meant to hurt you,
and then the door
slammed shut
behind you.
How the Sun and Moon,
have spent so long
together,
keeping their rhythm,
Without ever screaming,
or shouting.
Water runs over stone,
it refines,
fluid, burbling brooks
run over
and never does the age old rock
refuse to be perfected.
She dances,
endlessly, outside
of time, parallel to us,
and he watches,
adoring gaze,
never bored of how she moves.
And I marvel
at that, complete love,
but I do not envy,
for we might scream and shout,
and slam doors,
but the light
at the end
of the tunnel
will always be you,
and it's not exactly functional
but it's there.
