The white sea was vast. In total contradiction, to all reason, it seemed to dwarf the blue sky below. Currents of clouds bubbled and spewed, while others tore away in violent serenity. It was an ocean of heaven's dreams. The travelers set upon the white, leaving small earth behind. As they ascended into the clouded sea, all thoughts of land had escaped them. Slowly, the pepples and grains which had become markers of memories and time, faded away into some distant place. The white sea was more than a physical place, it too was like a drug. It stole away all reason, it lies like a brilliant poison in the body, hidden and lethal. It was ecstacy and it was death, but above all else it was beautiful.
There, in the quiet starlight of your eyes i can see the unveiling of distant galaxies, and the blueprints to infinity; and the way your body moves is like a cool wave searching for warmth along the shore, as the moon holds its breath, and gravity pulls me toward you.
You are an evanescent flame of mercurial desire, a window to my soul, a tempest of long stem roses and ballet slippers; so don't tell me you don't love poetry, my love, when it is all we are, and all we will ever be.
Once, while I wandered in a ***** city, Where the suffering of people goes unseen I thought that there could be nothing pretty But then, when looking up I saw a painting above me Blue as innocent as a baby blue-bird But as deep and soft as a still and gentle sea
Unmoving as the great large tapestries of kings draped in gold, Surveying from above all the passersby Who look from below then leave with a story still untold And escape from sight with seldom even a heartfelt goodbye. However, to be fair to the artist the beauty may lie in the fact That most of the mysteries are still intact
As I stood watching the sky it turned into night, The endless deep meaning hidden behind that familiar painting of day. But I was too tired from a long work-day to glean anything substantial from the display The ambitious and unfortunate man’s plight To finally see the measure of the world past the sky Just when our lives have worn out our eyes
But eventually the sun rose to break The heavy cover of darkness that I felt lasted too long Our piece of art came again for the city when it stirred awake And despite the suffering our world ended up bright once more So now, oft when I am watching too many things turn out wrong I simply look right above me, an ever-present reminder that tomorrow morning, there will be something beautiful that I have need to see
I wish that I would've fallen in love with someone who loved me as hopelessly as I loved you so I could have experienced what it's like to be someone's world in the palm of their hands so I could know what it's like to see someones world stop and not just feel it
In my imagination Without me, he couldn’t stand to be alive By my side hand in hand and if he dropped me, his world stops turning Yearning to keep me
Put me in your hands hold me as if i were the most fragile piece of your own soul I am the world I’ll keep you whole Don’t forget The world is in the palm of your hands Drop me and Your life turns to sand
On the clock The hands stand still As you drop me Against my will Only had you loved me as hopelessly as i loved you Maybe you’d understand my obsession You caused my depression
In my dreams You held me and told me I am more perfect than the moon Had you loved me in the slightest measure that i loved you I would not envy the sky because in his eyes I was the stars and the comets in which We wished for infinity lives
I wish I would have fallen in love with someone who loved me Til the world stops I want to be sky that you admired never take your eyes off
Jealous of the open sky The satin sunset we gazed into Was always prettier than me He held me in our satin sheets I prayed he saw the universe in my eyes Silence
He dropped me His world did not stop turning The ache in my heart It’s burning The hands on the clock Stand still at the time of my demise When my heart was shot I still visit the scene of the crime
He loves playing guitar even if he can't play the chords just right. She loves words but she's a slow reader. He loves the rain even though he's afraid of thunder. She loves running, no matter the distance.