Breathe in that bitter chill
Feel the shift in the whispering wind as it runs its icy fingers down your spine and be grateful
Your lives will span all seasons
Most will see the world through misdirected eyes
Unable to glimpse the glory of the shifting tides
Unable to grasp the necessity of frostbitten evenings and wish for a memory that falls slowly by the wayside
Blanketing the earth with forgotten lovers and lazily drifting friend ships that never stayed in port long enough for their wood to remember their roots
But there is a beauty in this
In fading thoughts like falling leaves spiraling out of control,
bowing out so new memories may bloom
Breathe in that bitter chill
Do you feel it now?
The grace of a world that knows its time is past and is preparing to exit stage left
But not before introducing the next act
With a flourish and a bow it retires backstage
Making way for new songs to be played, a young bud to show a more vibrant shade
Somehow we forget that the intermission is still a part of the show
With thunder over the horizon I'm torn between my natures
Do I seek shelter from the cloud's changing tides?
Or dance in a summer downpour and let it wash away my old beginning?
Mix my human condition with animalistic intentions
Start from scratch, cause the rain took away the itch
The one that can only come from staying in one place for too long
Exit stage left
Will you kindly put your hands together for me, starting over.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
Breathe in that bitter chill
Feel the shift in the whispering wind as it runs its icy fingers down your spine and be grateful
Your lives will span all seasons
Most will see the world through misdirected eyes
Unable to glimpse the glory of the shifting tides
Unable to grasp the necessity of frostbitten evenings and wish for a memory that falls slowly by the wayside
Blanketing the earth with forgotten lovers and lazily drifting friend ships that never stayed in port long enough for their wood to remember their roots
But there is a beauty in this
In fading thoughts like falling leaves spiraling out of control,
bowing out so new memories may bloom
Breathe in that bitter chill
Do you feel it now?
The grace of a world that knows its time is past and is preparing to exit stage left
But not before introducing the next act
With a flourish and a bow it retires backstage
Making way for new songs to be played, a young bud to show a more vibrant shade
Somehow we forget that the intermission is still a part of the show
With thunder over the horizon I'm torn between my natures
Do I seek shelter from the cloud's changing tides?
Or dance in a summer downpour and let it wash away my old beginning?
Mix my human condition with animalistic intentions
Start from scratch, cause the rain took away the itch
The one that can only come from staying in one place for too long
Exit stage left
Will you kindly put your hands together for me, starting over.
