Perpetuity, it seems, has always held a place in my home
I suppose it would only be fit to welcome this noise in, with open arms
I could always entangle myself in this madness, and make it just right
...and take flight, from what may come.
And with that same cyclic tide,
I would relinquish myself to the ebb and flow of the waters at my feet
Surely fitting, I suppose, is their placement.
And perhaps tomorrow, these salted rocks will stop hurtling themselves,
Directly north, to the face of my fears,
Bringing a new meaning to the salinity of my teardrops
Their source holds no answers, yet my eyes
..they still sting
In the same betrayal that night covers noon,
I have found myself strangely blanketed by the stars at night
This, which i feared, now holds me,
With a tightness that necessitates reciprocation
I have said my million good byes to the riptide
And with a million different moons,
I cannot acknowledge the changing depths of the waters
The hills and mountains may refuse me,
But I, in turn, refuse to soak this in again.
Take note as the tides shift,
The waters and their depths will take kindly
To erasing my silhouette on your shores.
I have broken this cycle,
I wont be found in the waters again.
[ 05 March 2003: Message edited by: drea ]
I suppose it would only be fit to welcome this noise in, with open arms
I could always entangle myself in this madness, and make it just right
...and take flight, from what may come.
And with that same cyclic tide,
I would relinquish myself to the ebb and flow of the waters at my feet
Surely fitting, I suppose, is their placement.
And perhaps tomorrow, these salted rocks will stop hurtling themselves,
Directly north, to the face of my fears,
Bringing a new meaning to the salinity of my teardrops
Their source holds no answers, yet my eyes
..they still sting
In the same betrayal that night covers noon,
I have found myself strangely blanketed by the stars at night
This, which i feared, now holds me,
With a tightness that necessitates reciprocation
I have said my million good byes to the riptide
And with a million different moons,
I cannot acknowledge the changing depths of the waters
The hills and mountains may refuse me,
But I, in turn, refuse to soak this in again.
Take note as the tides shift,
The waters and their depths will take kindly
To erasing my silhouette on your shores.
I have broken this cycle,
I wont be found in the waters again.
[ 05 March 2003: Message edited by: drea ]
