It's been eight years since I've seen the stars,
show me the sky and my wish is granted.
I could hold this world in the palm of my hand,
pursue the hand held sun.
It is my misfortune to remember the firmament,
while she slowly drips from my memory.
I want just one view of the night sky.
Open wide, and I'll see the soul of the universe.
She holds me dear, I'll let go the fear,
that I'll forget the face of the wilderness.
I'll keep pushing, keep looking,
keep flipping over stones unturned.
I'll keep waiting, hands held in darkness.
While the vastness, she unfolds before me.
Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 12:11 PM UTC
It's been eight years since I've seen the stars,
show me the sky and my wish is granted.
I could hold this world in the palm of my hand,
pursue the hand held sun.
It is my misfortune to remember the firmament,
while she slowly drips from my memory.
I want just one view of the night sky.
Open wide, and I'll see the soul of the universe.
She holds me dear, I'll let go the fear,
that I'll forget the face of the wilderness.
I'll keep pushing, keep looking,
keep flipping over stones unturned.
I'll keep waiting, hands held in darkness.
While the vastness, she unfolds before me.
(c) KC Hoye 2010 cargohold.blogspot.com