PyroFromTheCenter
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2006
- Messages
- 34
Down, down, down we tune it all out
so we can listen to the pure truth within us.
Drifting away, away, away, furter into that place
where we can open our eyes and love each other.
Away from the flesh
I can see your nakedness.
Removed from the body
I can sense you are raw and undiluted.
You come home. I hear your car pull up.
Rush like the wind to the balcony three stories high.
There you are, down there! Maybe if I jump I can see
you sooner? Thrusting myself from the ledge I fall for
just a moment then up, up, up! Maybe I will
touch the sky before any of the marvelous green trees?
Maybe, before the mountians scratch the clouds, I will
wisp right through, first in line! I will be first to touch the
clouds today.
Silence. Footsteps. The clip clop of high heels. Perfume preceeds
your silent beauty. Door opens, the sound of keys, a smile. I got
home early just so I can meet you at the door and tell you
I love you. Come fly with me. We'll go touch the clouds before those
greedy trees and mountians taint the pureness.
Pyro
P.S. The original Pyro
so we can listen to the pure truth within us.
Drifting away, away, away, furter into that place
where we can open our eyes and love each other.
Away from the flesh
I can see your nakedness.
Removed from the body
I can sense you are raw and undiluted.
You come home. I hear your car pull up.
Rush like the wind to the balcony three stories high.
There you are, down there! Maybe if I jump I can see
you sooner? Thrusting myself from the ledge I fall for
just a moment then up, up, up! Maybe I will
touch the sky before any of the marvelous green trees?
Maybe, before the mountians scratch the clouds, I will
wisp right through, first in line! I will be first to touch the
clouds today.
Silence. Footsteps. The clip clop of high heels. Perfume preceeds
your silent beauty. Door opens, the sound of keys, a smile. I got
home early just so I can meet you at the door and tell you
I love you. Come fly with me. We'll go touch the clouds before those
greedy trees and mountians taint the pureness.
Pyro
P.S. The original Pyro
