It all started in the eyes of the sun
A blue spot or two
Was all that was left of the sky
In this heliocentric escapade
I, in my arc
You, on your planet
A mangled mess of broken wings
Connected in the failure of flight
That we both chose to take
Held against a wooden frame, threefold
Balance, achieved in a fit of chaos
Asymmetrical perfection,
This was life in my eyes.
I find no balance in groups of threes
These new lightning strikes
Serve to illuminate nothing
But a meager refraction from the distance in my eyes
The whole definition of this masterpiece
Lies merely in the valley of my stomach
Where daily, I absorb my surroundings
And let them run through my fingers,
In hope that they manage to find the words that I could never say
I will never tell you,...
Truth, or meaning
You can try to find truth in the cycles of the sun and the moon,
But so elusive are the obvious glares from what lay before you
Stretched on canvas, a definition
The pinnacle of fear
This is one abstract that holds the answers
I will paint another masterpiece,
And cover this
I will paint another mess,
And cover this
Another love...
I will cover this, anew
I will never land.
A blue spot or two
Was all that was left of the sky
In this heliocentric escapade
I, in my arc
You, on your planet
A mangled mess of broken wings
Connected in the failure of flight
That we both chose to take
Held against a wooden frame, threefold
Balance, achieved in a fit of chaos
Asymmetrical perfection,
This was life in my eyes.
I find no balance in groups of threes
These new lightning strikes
Serve to illuminate nothing
But a meager refraction from the distance in my eyes
The whole definition of this masterpiece
Lies merely in the valley of my stomach
Where daily, I absorb my surroundings
And let them run through my fingers,
In hope that they manage to find the words that I could never say
I will never tell you,...
Truth, or meaning
You can try to find truth in the cycles of the sun and the moon,
But so elusive are the obvious glares from what lay before you
Stretched on canvas, a definition
The pinnacle of fear
This is one abstract that holds the answers
I will paint another masterpiece,
And cover this
I will paint another mess,
And cover this
Another love...
I will cover this, anew
I will never land.
Very impressive! I particularly liked the controling metaphor (of a painting) and the imagery of the sun, balance (in groups of threes). This is the work of a mature poet in peak form! :D
