Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Swings Never Stay The Same

Atop the mystical throne, laid bare by the journey
Drenched in the fountain of hope, no place dry
Witness the spectacle, drink the drops, revel the future
Wheel without a base, spine so strong, come what may.

Engraved in the sanity, lies my touch of madness
Aloof from it I'm not whole, I mend with a slow kiss
I want to own this diamond, it is too bright
My eyes melt from her grace, yet the heart fights.

Sounds take shape, they all look so soft, they float
A stream of emerging melody, enchanted the boat
I'm rowing to live, hands join me, some leave
Few I'm afraid to hold on to, few I cannot let go.

See I will be a better failure than a strong vice
In my sky lie no stars, yet my heart burns twice
Why is not too important a question, sometimes
Answers need not be groped, please listen, I sing them.

Rhythmic walks conceal my desires, too earnest
No I don't want to be hanging around, out of my nest
Jester I will play as long as the rain falls
Take care of me as this will be my last role.

Robbed I maybe, assets I adorn snatched
Now the real eyes shine, were they for me or my gifts
Clear as a river it would be, muddy the rudiments
I hope some voices don't fade, I store them in my chest.

Depths unbounded I have partook in, though I know
The ways of the world, maybe this time it will be slow
Parting words I won't be able to utter, not my forte
A touch of wind on hair, carry the scent with me on road.





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