hypnotic dreams, what are you telling me? I feel everything, I feel myself unraveling the beautiful ribbons suddenly choking me I can't breathe, I can't see the winding road ahead, me ever leaving this bed possibilities are endless but not in my head there's only one way or else I stray cannot see myself set ablaze at the stake I thought I was magic turns out I am just a magnet for tragic endings suspending my beliefs, diving deep I hope I can reignite the spark in me the sparks I bleed and not just drown in this sea heaven watch over me
The long and winding road That leads to your door Will never disappear I've seen that road before It always leads me here Lead me to you door The wild and windy night That the rain washed away Has left a pool of tears Crying on and on. Why leave me standing here? Let me know the way Many times I've been alone And many times I've cried Anyway, you'll never know The many ways I've tried And still they lead me back To the long winding road You left me standing here A long long time ago. Don't left me standing here. Lead me to your door. you pledged love to me our heart was treasure ask and it shall be given. knock it shall be opened.. I got it way too late dear ~~~~ glad you came alone my once upon time true love ending sadly at crossroads again again to revolving turned your chosen sad lyrics I treasure thanks for the ride my greatest teacher you are. ~~~~~ By: Karijinbba
Love travels sideways, Down dark alleys, Along winding country lanes;
Arrives late, Hesitates too long, Leaves early;
A journey to take, A destination unmapped, An invitation to linger when we least expect it.
Her clear lazuline gaze ******* my clumsy attempt at transparency, an unambiguous hesitation the length of a skipped heartbeat. I watched her eyes darken and spool as realisation ebbed and flowed, and ebbed and flowed again. 'Let’s go,’ she said, pulling me gently to my feet. 'And listen to the ocean breathe.'
I follow the winding, the way beyond the farthest places between trees knotted menacing with darkened faces under mossy roots that twist and trip with a mischievous cackle over heights and falls that beckon death's clanking shackle and if you fall in, lose your precious breath to tree limbs tangled scratching at vulnerable flesh.
A green roof above and green floor below but my eyes look ahead, to where the silver meadows did grow Remorse remembers all that passed before the eye burnt of fire forgotten and ash was strewn across the sky and now only memory does remain of silver meadows and the golden rain.
This land is dampened with the morning dew that daren't melt but for the light of moon where mossy things are stowed in sunken places and beautiful wonders lay behind rock faces, I know the way, but do not lightly follow As sunset brings forth demons beyond tomorrow.
I wish to find her: the lady silk Her hands weaving threads of fates who twist and separate her threads she brought from those older places past Where nascent fauns with youthful voices fastly gleam and chatter and deftly danced to delights in the silver meadows When all was false and truth was shaded all liars happily in reflections reflected pale faces feinted in humorous deception and all charismatic affectations were familiar expression. singing songs of passing pleasures in strange dialect All was serene was silver mirrors reflecting save the flow of golden liquid cool and still which seeped from sky to hill and then chalice filled.
I walk to see the lady who has one eye black and one eye white and carries a silver knife which- in moonlight flashes bright. I will wearily watch for it's flashing tomorrow night, for she doesn't know it, but I was also born of moon's pale light.