Caught in the strings
in the magic of the night
of what is, what is not
sitting through the moments
as if totally bound
at a few feet away
perfection flows around
beauty in all its meaning
turning, twisting leaning
i could just be dreaming.
you slaved of the free
you found of the lost
peek in your cape
light a fire for the frost
let it burn you inside
burning all your idols
and look for what you sought
for me i am senseless
like a halo
all is just perception
notion of a mess
look for my eternal garden
where roses' perfume sing
under moon lit shadows
magic, nightingales bring
an amber in my dust
crack me open
shatter my crooked crust
so your breath may
wind my true lust.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
Caught in the strings
in the magic of the night
of what is, what is not
sitting through the moments
as if totally bound
at a few feet away
perfection flows around
beauty in all its meaning
turning, twisting leaning
i could just be dreaming.
you slaved of the free
you found of the lost
peek in your cape
light a fire for the frost
let it burn you inside
burning all your idols
and look for what you sought
for me i am senseless
like a halo
all is just perception
notion of a mess
look for my eternal garden
where roses' perfume sing
under moon lit shadows
magic, nightingales bring
an amber in my dust
crack me open
shatter my crooked crust
so your breath may
wind my true lust.
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