The Genius rarely speaks
but when he does he is heard
For such wisdom and beauty
is possessed in each word
His mind a golden ocean
Vast
Still
& Pure
His voice mesmerizing
pain and sorrow it shall cure
His judgement will find reason
with time and matter they become
His spirit will live on
even when the clock has had its run
And the world shifts so fast
everyone pushing each other along
But with you not a second seems wasted,
only remembered never gone
Enlightened by spoken thoughts
visions wild through my head
"We cannot make the world more real,
only more vivid" he said
Like city lights blinding each star
You're picturesque in such a sense
Like a lighthouse lit from afar
That such love shall only commence
Like a wave ebbed from shore
In a dream too far intense
Like a promise that is no more
The dreamer builds a fence
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
The Genius rarely speaks
but when he does he is heard
For such wisdom and beauty
is possessed in each word
His mind a golden ocean
Vast
Still
& Pure
His voice mesmerizing
pain and sorrow it shall cure
His judgement will find reason
with time and matter they become
His spirit will live on
even when the clock has had its run
And the world shifts so fast
everyone pushing each other along
But with you not a second seems wasted,
only remembered never gone
Enlightened by spoken thoughts
visions wild through my head
"We cannot make the world more real,
only more vivid" he said
Like city lights blinding each star
You're picturesque in such a sense
Like a lighthouse lit from afar
That such love shall only commence
Like a wave ebbed from shore
In a dream too far intense
Like a promise that is no more
The dreamer builds a fence
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