Ophelia245
Bluelighter
I know you can feel what’s coming
But in the meantime, we wait.
Stretching out the weary hours,
Unraveling the evening’s spell,
Watching the shadows of our dreams dance, die and disappear
But the silent vigil goes on.
Our bodies give it voice.
Reaching out, holding on,
Grasping for the glare of our own reflections,
Spilling down further and further
Toward what we have convinced ourselves is fate
But there is a hesitation in your step,
And in your shallow breath.
A tremble in your touch.
A hunger, a need, a yearning
That you cannot hope to hide.
I turn to walk away,
Knowing you will follow,
That you want to believe my lies,
As badly as I want them to be true.
We retrace the faint lines till our fingertips go numb,
Till the day’s horizon fades back into darkness
Till the sky falls down to hush the whirling winds
Till the last teardrop touches the floor
Till the moonlight leaves us shuddering
And praying for the dawn.
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"Which will you go for? Which will you love? Which will you choose from, from the stars above? Which will you answer? Which will you call? Which will you take for, for your one and all?" -- Nick Drake
But in the meantime, we wait.
Stretching out the weary hours,
Unraveling the evening’s spell,
Watching the shadows of our dreams dance, die and disappear
But the silent vigil goes on.
Our bodies give it voice.
Reaching out, holding on,
Grasping for the glare of our own reflections,
Spilling down further and further
Toward what we have convinced ourselves is fate
But there is a hesitation in your step,
And in your shallow breath.
A tremble in your touch.
A hunger, a need, a yearning
That you cannot hope to hide.
I turn to walk away,
Knowing you will follow,
That you want to believe my lies,
As badly as I want them to be true.
We retrace the faint lines till our fingertips go numb,
Till the day’s horizon fades back into darkness
Till the sky falls down to hush the whirling winds
Till the last teardrop touches the floor
Till the moonlight leaves us shuddering
And praying for the dawn.
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"Which will you go for? Which will you love? Which will you choose from, from the stars above? Which will you answer? Which will you call? Which will you take for, for your one and all?" -- Nick Drake