CARESS
Bluelighter
Just when you think you see me...I vanish.
Just when you reach to touch me...I am vapor.
Just when you think you know me...you don't.
I am the mist in the air at night.
I am the butterfly that dodges your touch.
I am the mystery that intrigues and frustrates you.
I am the name of a song that escapes your memory.
I am nothing, yet in nothingness, I exist.
For how can you touch a feeling?
Can you remember all aspects of a fleeting dream in the midnight hour?
Can you reach the clouds and capture a piece for eternity?
Can you stop time and make a sunset last forever?
No...no mere mortal can.
What is it that wakes you in the night for no apparent reason?
How can you instantly recognize someone you've never met before?
How do we know the outcome of this vulgar parody called life when it's only beginning?
It is the all-knowing nothingness leaving us clues.
I am the phantom voice that whispers and causes you to turn around...only to find no one there.
I play hide and seek with your emotions, yet you cannot bear to hate me for it.
For if I lay myself open as a wound, you have the power to know me.
And in knowing me, you have the power to destroy me.
Why seek to know me at all?
Beware of what you might find.
All is not beautiful inside me.
I harbor infinite blackness and sin.
Others have tried to know me, yet I fooled them with ease.
Saving pieces of myself for my personal use.
Pieces of me that no one has touched,
So they remain pristine in their secret hiding places.
The others would raise their hands in frustration and give up.
Walking away...head shaking, eyes crying.
But I and my nothingness were victorious.
We guarded our secrets oh so well.
Preserving our sanity and leaving with the ability to say we'd never been truly "had".
What hollow victories they were, but victories, still.
Now there you stand knocking at the door of my hidden self.
I debate whether to grant you entrance.
Will it be like inviting in a vampire?
In the end, will I be sucked dry of all my cherished, secret things?
Will my pet nothingness frighten you away, much as a watchdog?
For until I grant someone entrance to my inner chambers,
I remain the shadow in your peripheral vision.
The one you thought you saw,
The one you thought you knew,
The one you wanted to love...
The ever-elusive, mysterious, me.
With only my blanketing nothingness to warm and comfort me in my self inflicted fortrace of solitude....
The carnival barker stands waiting and calling to both of us...."Take a chance! A winner every time! Step right up, my good people!".
I hope our prize is more than a pretty box of nothingness......
Just when you reach to touch me...I am vapor.
Just when you think you know me...you don't.
I am the mist in the air at night.
I am the butterfly that dodges your touch.
I am the mystery that intrigues and frustrates you.
I am the name of a song that escapes your memory.
I am nothing, yet in nothingness, I exist.
For how can you touch a feeling?
Can you remember all aspects of a fleeting dream in the midnight hour?
Can you reach the clouds and capture a piece for eternity?
Can you stop time and make a sunset last forever?
No...no mere mortal can.
What is it that wakes you in the night for no apparent reason?
How can you instantly recognize someone you've never met before?
How do we know the outcome of this vulgar parody called life when it's only beginning?
It is the all-knowing nothingness leaving us clues.
I am the phantom voice that whispers and causes you to turn around...only to find no one there.
I play hide and seek with your emotions, yet you cannot bear to hate me for it.
For if I lay myself open as a wound, you have the power to know me.
And in knowing me, you have the power to destroy me.
Why seek to know me at all?
Beware of what you might find.
All is not beautiful inside me.
I harbor infinite blackness and sin.
Others have tried to know me, yet I fooled them with ease.
Saving pieces of myself for my personal use.
Pieces of me that no one has touched,
So they remain pristine in their secret hiding places.
The others would raise their hands in frustration and give up.
Walking away...head shaking, eyes crying.
But I and my nothingness were victorious.
We guarded our secrets oh so well.
Preserving our sanity and leaving with the ability to say we'd never been truly "had".
What hollow victories they were, but victories, still.
Now there you stand knocking at the door of my hidden self.
I debate whether to grant you entrance.
Will it be like inviting in a vampire?
In the end, will I be sucked dry of all my cherished, secret things?
Will my pet nothingness frighten you away, much as a watchdog?
For until I grant someone entrance to my inner chambers,
I remain the shadow in your peripheral vision.
The one you thought you saw,
The one you thought you knew,
The one you wanted to love...
The ever-elusive, mysterious, me.
With only my blanketing nothingness to warm and comfort me in my self inflicted fortrace of solitude....
The carnival barker stands waiting and calling to both of us...."Take a chance! A winner every time! Step right up, my good people!".
I hope our prize is more than a pretty box of nothingness......
