Embracing a season of dreams
In the flesh of the past, born to tears
It's not as harsh as it seems
Hard to find what it means
Determined desire in a sterile sky
Another day passes with heavy feet
Darkness of despair informs my eye
That it is here where differences meet
My heart dries beneath my *******
By a fragile voice
that leaves me no choice-
But to gather tears in my chest
Memory as witness to the bitter shapes of yesterday
Forms wounded words with most of the say
Forms shadows that inhabit my silence
As the hidden pulse of my existence
Your eyes will ever possess my breath
Deeper than the grave, darker than death
A mourning sound from the pale-lipped moon;
"My dear child, you died too soon..."
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
Embracing a season of dreams
In the flesh of the past, born to tears
It's not as harsh as it seems
Hard to find what it means
Determined desire in a sterile sky
Another day passes with heavy feet
Darkness of despair informs my eye
That it is here where differences meet
My heart dries beneath my *******
By a fragile voice
that leaves me no choice-
But to gather tears in my chest
Memory as witness to the bitter shapes of yesterday
Forms wounded words with most of the say
Forms shadows that inhabit my silence
As the hidden pulse of my existence
Your eyes will ever possess my breath
Deeper than the grave, darker than death
A mourning sound from the pale-lipped moon;
"My dear child, you died too soon..."
