silverwheel
Bluelighter
when the night was quiet
and I alone
I died in places near to this.
the notes swam in open air
and struck more powerful than any voice,
gathering strength in the darkened angles.
The wooden buddha with eyes closed,
breathing,
his tranquillity mocking my discomfort,
a tormented ambience in the unmoving night.
stillness devoid of peace,
drowning without water,
unable to sing a requiem.
I only glimpsed strength
in the nights, quality fleeing
from my eyes.
I can see this part doing a lot more, and would love ideas/imputs/impressions in regards to what that might be.
[ 03 October 2002: Message edited by: silverwheel ]
and I alone
I died in places near to this.
the notes swam in open air
and struck more powerful than any voice,
gathering strength in the darkened angles.
The wooden buddha with eyes closed,
breathing,
his tranquillity mocking my discomfort,
a tormented ambience in the unmoving night.
stillness devoid of peace,
drowning without water,
unable to sing a requiem.
I only glimpsed strength
in the nights, quality fleeing
from my eyes.
I can see this part doing a lot more, and would love ideas/imputs/impressions in regards to what that might be.
[ 03 October 2002: Message edited by: silverwheel ]
