Apr 2013
That word has lost it's meaning and its use has fallen short.*
The camera lens is cold and feels nothing except mathematical equations, performing actions; much like a part of the world that keeps you and I in chains.
But if I look at it, it looks at you and that is all I want to do right now.
So I can bare the cold for a just a little while, because warmth is waiting in patience
You called me timeless once.
I had not felt such a heartbeat in so long.
...like drums in the forest...
I am timeless?
My dusk,
if you were a clock,
it would melt into water and seep into the fissures of my heart.
Tomorrow
may not arrive but you know my
yesterday
and you are my
today.
So take my hand and the universe will be our ballroom.
The stars can be our audience and the sea can be the orchestra.
If the garden you were plucked from emanates the
musical and breathtaking fragrance
where you tread,
then it is where beauty first was born.
Forgive me but you have captured my attention and I will not use that word.
My lips can show you what waits within those fissures
and my eyes can tell you what words fail to comprehend.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XZkLmomNgA
The camera lens is cold and feels nothing except mathematical equations, performing actions; much like a part of the world that keeps you and I in chains.
But if I look at it, it looks at you and that is all I want to do right now.
So I can bare the cold for a just a little while, because warmth is waiting in patience
You called me timeless once.
I had not felt such a heartbeat in so long.
...like drums in the forest...
I am timeless?
My dusk,
if you were a clock,
it would melt into water and seep into the fissures of my heart.
Tomorrow
may not arrive but you know my
yesterday
and you are my
today.
So take my hand and the universe will be our ballroom.
The stars can be our audience and the sea can be the orchestra.
If the garden you were plucked from emanates the
musical and breathtaking fragrance
where you tread,
then it is where beauty first was born.
Forgive me but you have captured my attention and I will not use that word.
My lips can show you what waits within those fissures
and my eyes can tell you what words fail to comprehend.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XZkLmomNgA
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