Sunday afternoon and the drapes fall with grace from my windowpane. I let in the sunshine, but it will not warm my blood. I freeze in blazing light, waiting for an embrace to keep my blood running. Sunday afternoon and a glass is broken somewhere in the corners of my mind. Light shatters with the force of a thousand weeping souls. Light paints my sky in beautiful shades of all colors to be seen. Light is mostly red, and violet for me. Sunday afternoon and the sun begins to sink in my deep ocean. Rays of red and gold pierce through my eyes in solitude, just waiting for sleep. The silver bells begin to chime and soon there will be none.
Sunday night and I’m still here. Winter’s breeze is yet to claim me, and I keep an image on my mind. I see a fairy’s child in veils wrapped, in veils dancing and milky white skin. In memories the stars sing to me their silent song. Sunday night and the cold is here. But I’m still caught in the sweet thought of a gal, and all that once worried me seems to be gone with the fires anew. Sunday night and the smell of dawn creeps into my brain. All the dark seems to float around her golden glow, her pure white light. Sunday night soon to be gone with the fires anew.
Monday morning and the streets are all gray. All the gray people walk to the gray buildings. Monday Morning and I find a rose so frail,so radiant, and beautiful. Monday morning and I think of your lips moist with Spring’s early dew. I think of your sweet eyes when you are sleeping and dreaming of this. Monday morning and my hair is caught in cobwebs left in imagination and dreams. Monday morning and I comb my hair again.
Monday afternoon and shadows seem to close. Sweet Siren’s song tempt me to sleep, but my hands must be kept awake for both our sakes. Monday afternoon and I play a few chords for you. Maybe a blues or a classic tune. Monday afternoon and the sun sinks in my windowpane and I draw your face in every flower I see. I see you when you fall asleep through the windows of my mind. Monday afternoon and night will be here anew. Soon I may see you again. Soon I may kiss you again. Monday afternoon and I am all honey combed dreams.
Monday night and dreams begin to sail away. A soft clock drinks away my seconds while I fake my own sleep. Monday night and I keep close the scent of you. Sweet company in the late ours left undreamed again. Monday night and you are an angel. You are always an angel. Monday night and my door falls down. Shall I kneel, and fix it? Guess I should to keep the cold away. I sometimes need you to warm me. Monday night and the hounds are set loose to play on my grounds. Sweet eyes adorned with iron jaws. Good children of mother moon that howl and sing with me when you are gone. Monday night and I dream of you if I can afford it.
Tuesday morning and I’m awake to see the sun rise. I keep an orchid in my heart, and it fills with purple light with every dusk and every dawn. Tuesday morning and I take a bath. I clean my eyes and my thought under the hot stream. I paint my smile with colors shared underneath a tree, and my hopes with rose and moon. Tuesday morning and I wear an ironed shirt. I whistle my doubts away as I walk down the usual path. I try to spot a nice orchid for you, but it insist on dancing on my garden, where it is so beautiful it breaks my heart to cut her. Tuesday morning and I can taste your perfume in the air.
Tuesday afternoon and I see you.
And all I waited for
And all I hoped for
And all I dreamed for
And all I hoped for
And all I dreamed for
Seems so insignificant when the touch of you shakes the foundations of my heart.
- Dark Shadow!
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3 comments:
You May Put Someone Else to Sleep In Your Mind, But My Mind Refuses Even To Wink For a Moment Fearing The Seizure Of That Glorious Reflection Of Your's Even For a Sec :-)
You May Try To See Someone Else By Trying To Draw Their Face; You May Try To Remember Them Counting By The Day's;
"But"i See You In Every Smiling Girl i Eye Upon, i Hear You With Every Breeze Passing By My Ears Ringing Your Music, i Feel You In My Vein's Running Wild Whenever i Stare Into My Own Eye's, i See You In Every Twinkling Star Until it Fades Away With The Sunlight, Yet i Keep Try Searching For Your Chirpy Face Hoping To Find At-Least One Single Star i May Stumble Upon Until The Dark Embraces The Skies Once Again, i See You Whenever i See The Sun and Moon Together While The Sun Going to Rest in The West and The Moon Arising Bringing Along Anew Refreshing, Dazzling Beauty Of Yours Surrounded In The Halo Of Some Divine Innocence :-)
And i Live You In Every Thought Crossing My Mind While Conscious And Also Sub-Conscious Making You My First and Last Thought Being Conscious and Ever Lasting In The Sub-Conscious :-)
You Have Waited For Someone, And i Am "Waiting" For You In-Spite Of The Fact i Know and Understand That You Would Never Reach Me And Also Aware Of The Fact i Ain't Worthy Of You, i Am Still Waiting :-)
Even Though Life At Times Life Seems To Be a Beautiful Dream Somewhere Away From All These Worldly Things in Some Wonderland Where Only Peace, Tranquility, Serenity, The Sound Of Your Heart-Beats, The Warm Aroma Of Your Breathe, The Breeze Being Intoxicated With Every Brush Of Your Hair Flaring In The Air, Where The Only Two Of Us Reside.
i Am Still " Hoping " Putting Away All The Impracticalities That This Dream Of Mine May Take The Shape Of Reality One Day :-)
Once a Book Told Me Life Is Nothing More Than a "Dream", How Hardly i Wish it Was True, For It Would Have Been, It Was Very Much But Possible For Me to Hold You In My Embrace In This Life And After Life and After Life, Till The Moment My Soul Seizes To Exist, But No Dream You Are, A Reality Are You :-), But For Me a Living Dream, A Dream Which Assuages And Fills The Void, The Vacuum, The Need Of a Woman In My Life :-)
God Bless You With All And Only Good Things And Also The Strength To Survive and Fight Back All The Abnormalities Of Life And If That Divine Super-Natural Power Ever Accepted Demands, i Would Postulate Whatever Little Belongs Only To Me In Exchange and Beg God To Provide You With Just Enough Happiness At-Least For This Life That Even The Word 'tears' Shall Seem Alien To You :-)
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