Djjapp777
Bluelighter
Read this poem whichever way you want/may,
But the feeling it may give you is not from the odd font/way,
And you will feel the flutter like a million tiny birds/motions,
Do not be afraid however, they are just words/emotions...
The/Beginning...
Inspired once again to write/love,
Flying once again like the light/dove.
You are the water to my beach/life,
Could this be the death of my heart's leech/strife.
I want so much more but do I dare take a walk/fall,
For a feeling long forgotten, destroyed by my lock/call.
What more is their to say when you make me so vulnerable/alive,
For you... only you... make me honorable/thrive.
Now I am atop the mountain looking carefully over us/her,
Over the hills of the last tormenting 10-year fuss/blur.
No longer sighing day and night, trapped in exhaustion/melancholy,
And here concludes the cynic's lifelong precaution/praise of folly.
For I have ended up in the clouds/lead,
You helped me discover that this whole time, I wore the shrouds/seed.
Welcome to my beach/dune, just our lives/kite,
You stopped the breach/moon with your eyes/sight.
And so I sleep/say... good/night.
You/..
.../Me
You&Me - inseperable and forever holds no borders/shackles/death/finish.
The/End
[ 17 January 2002: Message edited by: Djjapp777 ]
But the feeling it may give you is not from the odd font/way,
And you will feel the flutter like a million tiny birds/motions,
Do not be afraid however, they are just words/emotions...
The/Beginning...
Inspired once again to write/love,
Flying once again like the light/dove.
You are the water to my beach/life,
Could this be the death of my heart's leech/strife.
I want so much more but do I dare take a walk/fall,
For a feeling long forgotten, destroyed by my lock/call.
What more is their to say when you make me so vulnerable/alive,
For you... only you... make me honorable/thrive.
Now I am atop the mountain looking carefully over us/her,
Over the hills of the last tormenting 10-year fuss/blur.
No longer sighing day and night, trapped in exhaustion/melancholy,
And here concludes the cynic's lifelong precaution/praise of folly.
For I have ended up in the clouds/lead,
You helped me discover that this whole time, I wore the shrouds/seed.
Welcome to my beach/dune, just our lives/kite,
You stopped the breach/moon with your eyes/sight.
And so I sleep/say... good/night.
You/..
.../Me
You&Me - inseperable and forever holds no borders/shackles/death/finish.
The/End
[ 17 January 2002: Message edited by: Djjapp777 ]
