The Karma Sound
Bluelighter
He suddenly noticed how lonely he was awake.
He saw her brown eyes twinkle in each snow flake.
He'd rise off the bed to check his windows at sight,
When he heard the horses steps, in the Samhain night.
In desperate hopes that it would be the girl.
In a craze, he says "What kind of world?"
He'd write her letters as the candle danced into mourn.
He never expected a response, she knew that he was torn.
He knew she was his reflection, but she wouldn't write back.
Miscommunication blinding them, a world of love to lack.
She invaded his mind, his dreams, his hurting soul.
He'd wish it stopped, he alone couldnt fill these holes.
He loved her more and more, but she didn't know.
She didnt trust him, it was clear as it showed.
There was nothing that would stop him although,
From openning his heart and loving her so.
What can one say to prove love in words?
To dance to a beatless song of birds?
A soundless rhythm of a dying carnation.
Motionless ocean rocks the boat without destination.
Where is she to wipe the tears she caused?
From the very start,
Where? Till the very end, where?
In his tearing heart.
Tonight he blew out his candle as he wept.
He cried and then sighed, alas, he slept.
-Ramayana/20
He saw her brown eyes twinkle in each snow flake.
He'd rise off the bed to check his windows at sight,
When he heard the horses steps, in the Samhain night.
In desperate hopes that it would be the girl.
In a craze, he says "What kind of world?"
He'd write her letters as the candle danced into mourn.
He never expected a response, she knew that he was torn.
He knew she was his reflection, but she wouldn't write back.
Miscommunication blinding them, a world of love to lack.
She invaded his mind, his dreams, his hurting soul.
He'd wish it stopped, he alone couldnt fill these holes.
He loved her more and more, but she didn't know.
She didnt trust him, it was clear as it showed.
There was nothing that would stop him although,
From openning his heart and loving her so.
What can one say to prove love in words?
To dance to a beatless song of birds?
A soundless rhythm of a dying carnation.
Motionless ocean rocks the boat without destination.
Where is she to wipe the tears she caused?
From the very start,
Where? Till the very end, where?
In his tearing heart.
Tonight he blew out his candle as he wept.
He cried and then sighed, alas, he slept.
-Ramayana/20
