Why,
When words calmly manifest the intimacy,
Our hearts render them asunder.
In just a sliver of time.
How,
When surrounded by souls dimly lit,
Do I feel as a death moth fluttering near a lamp.
Ceaselessly eternal.
What,
Can my lips say when my heart is burnt by fire.
What words?
When all are mean.
Where,
Are the seconds of every day gone?
Swallowed;
Except in frivolous pursuit or meaningless drudgery
When,
Could I raise my arms up without fear of falling,
Or be swept by Lethe.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
Why,
When words calmly manifest the intimacy,
Our hearts render them asunder.
In just a sliver of time.
How,
When surrounded by souls dimly lit,
Do I feel as a death moth fluttering near a lamp.
Ceaselessly eternal.
What,
Can my lips say when my heart is burnt by fire.
What words?
When all are mean.
Where,
Are the seconds of every day gone?
Swallowed;
Except in frivolous pursuit or meaningless drudgery
When,
Could I raise my arms up without fear of falling,
Or be swept by Lethe.
