the promise of hope

[Wookiedana]

Watching those thoughtful desirable eyes that are looking behind the dark front shadows ,are unconsciously letting me shine in them ,launching my heart into the promise of hope . Stealing my soul by pieces ,absorbing it gently ,makes me feel like a curtain fire extending until the shine of one and only glamorous sun . The wings that were never believed in ,surprise me with their appearence ,growing to love their shakes .Higher than everything feels like ,but am lower than those divine eyes.I spin around into them searching for their golden secret ,which seems to be an endless marvel.The promise of hope allows me to dream they will never close and my new born wings will never die .At each blink of theirs ,i m falling down,decreasing my high shine of dreaming. I wish these eyes would swallow me and let me pass this dream into my real living. how will be if they will get tired and fall alseep,i will be touching the ground with my bare feet again,sometimes walking over fragments of glass ,painful sound of bleeding.If only those eyes would never close ,i could be forever an angel but never so wonderful as these eyes. Easily i am falling down,watching them getting tired ,ready to shut down the gate to the promise of hope. All i remain with now is with the hopeless hope,but will be here remembering about the promise of it and how is to live into those eyes supreme heaven.

[blazeofglory]

Watching those thoughtful desirable eyes that are looking behind the dark front shadows ,are unconsciously letting me shine in them ,launching my heart into the promise of hope . Stealing my soul by pieces ,absorbing it gently ,makes me feel like a curtain fire extending until the shine of one and only glamorous sun . The wings that were never believed in ,surprise me with their appearence ,growing to love their shakes .Higher than everything feels like ,but am lower than those divine eyes.I spin around into them searching for their golden secret ,which seems to be an endless marvel.The promise of hope allows me to dream they will never close and my new born wings will never die .At each blink of theirs ,i m falling down,decreasing my high shine of dreaming. I wish these eyes would swallow me and let me pass this dream into my real living. how will be if they will get tired and fall alseep,i will be touching the ground with my bare feet again,sometimes walking over fragments of glass ,painful sound of bleeding.If only those eyes would never close ,i could be forever an angel but never so wonderful as these eyes. Easily i am falling down,watching them getting tired ,ready to shut down the gate to the promise of hope. All i remain with now is with the hopeless hope,but will be here remembering about the promise of it and how is to live into those eyes supreme heaven.

We live in deemed realities and not in fulfillment, in the idea of it, not in the lifeblood of living but in the notion of it.