frostyangel
Bluelighter
Awaken to the light shed of my life, through the
blinds that hold away the outside..
The capacity this morning, never made me
want to understand who I was, or where I was to
being going in this life..
Is right to spend my whole afternoon lost in unconcerning
memories.
I started this shelf off empty, at least I kept removing all those
bad books, to create new ones....that never resurface
I wanted to recieve this fullfillment of knowledge that
was only found in your eyes.
I turned away from your gaze, looking down at this drink
in front of me, that held the little umberalla, I stuck in my
hair. All the emotions of my life came rushing forward.
Not knowing where to start, maybe not even to begin,
I wanted to stay on this side of the table. And have you
to hold your own....but it didn't matter you were always to
far away. How is that we can behold so much, and with
one word to change the soft glow in one's eyes. That shows
for what we want to know.
I just didn't feel like talking to nite.
Did you understand, did you care, my mind is somewhere else tonite.
I wanted to be the "prima ballerina" in this stary nite.
I wanted you to crave my innocence, that you thought
I held...can we keep moving along being this way..never
to combine emotions, with the one's we created in our
dreams...with the exception of not being what we believe
in...and here we are accepting another drink...
Knowing that most of our feeling come from equally shared,
past encounters....I looked around seeing that every door
and window was adorned with wreaths of beautiful awakening
flower arangements..the happiness we all pretended to see. Hoping
to rise in one's spirits tonite...they always say when your here, and you
there, there is always someone else on your mind tonite..
Can it be true...
Do we ever know when the time is right, or are we always looking
toward the out door...In complete disorder, in every direction,
is there one thought that holds true. That we all have a strong
inclination for a specific thing.
And it's to long out there to wait, to call or maybe invoke upon
the wish that would never be.. we look to the moon and stars,
for something that is beyond us. Is there that companion
you hold to that you wish never to have another....
In what manner we have become to know that there is so
much more, and less empty to forget how life is done.
As I walked the door, I took it all in.
The gravity of my being.
Hearing the faint sound of the door closing, behind.
And the sliding of the book to the self.
And here I leave this memory tonite with my little umberalla
at hand, thinking of you, not with me, but around me..I smile.
Knowing that I know you, just completes my rapture of pain.
[ 16 June 2002: Message edited by: frostyangel ]
blinds that hold away the outside..
The capacity this morning, never made me
want to understand who I was, or where I was to
being going in this life..
Is right to spend my whole afternoon lost in unconcerning
memories.
I started this shelf off empty, at least I kept removing all those
bad books, to create new ones....that never resurface
I wanted to recieve this fullfillment of knowledge that
was only found in your eyes.
I turned away from your gaze, looking down at this drink
in front of me, that held the little umberalla, I stuck in my
hair. All the emotions of my life came rushing forward.
Not knowing where to start, maybe not even to begin,
I wanted to stay on this side of the table. And have you
to hold your own....but it didn't matter you were always to
far away. How is that we can behold so much, and with
one word to change the soft glow in one's eyes. That shows
for what we want to know.
I just didn't feel like talking to nite.
Did you understand, did you care, my mind is somewhere else tonite.
I wanted to be the "prima ballerina" in this stary nite.
I wanted you to crave my innocence, that you thought
I held...can we keep moving along being this way..never
to combine emotions, with the one's we created in our
dreams...with the exception of not being what we believe
in...and here we are accepting another drink...
Knowing that most of our feeling come from equally shared,
past encounters....I looked around seeing that every door
and window was adorned with wreaths of beautiful awakening
flower arangements..the happiness we all pretended to see. Hoping
to rise in one's spirits tonite...they always say when your here, and you
there, there is always someone else on your mind tonite..
Can it be true...
Do we ever know when the time is right, or are we always looking
toward the out door...In complete disorder, in every direction,
is there one thought that holds true. That we all have a strong
inclination for a specific thing.
And it's to long out there to wait, to call or maybe invoke upon
the wish that would never be.. we look to the moon and stars,
for something that is beyond us. Is there that companion
you hold to that you wish never to have another....
In what manner we have become to know that there is so
much more, and less empty to forget how life is done.
As I walked the door, I took it all in.
The gravity of my being.
Hearing the faint sound of the door closing, behind.
And the sliding of the book to the self.
And here I leave this memory tonite with my little umberalla
at hand, thinking of you, not with me, but around me..I smile.
Knowing that I know you, just completes my rapture of pain.
[ 16 June 2002: Message edited by: frostyangel ]
