RedStone
11-09-2006, 05:46 PM
Tears, tears, and tears they fall,
like an hourglass of sand,
finally turning to ice—becoming the lava lamp--
all through those bound tears
memories spring, and float forever upward,
How can you be dead when you are in my tears--
naked in the sea, the morrow cometh alone
Tears, tears, and tears they fall;
longing for you to be solid in the fallen dream world.
Nor can the heart take a walk,
in the ribbon-tied melody,
hearing the seeded waking moments--
and the synthetic tread of footsteps
painting rivers in the mountains of my dreams,
These ghosts be shapeless mortal visions--
take this flower fused with your scent
still it grows without you.
I have seen a world of fantasy,
strung together with the hearts of others,
In the hours of forever shall;
their dreams forever live on--
so grim seems the skies that I’ve dreamt
missing the placement of the puzzle piece,
the passion haunts the blush--
not so do we tell of smiles in the still
nought shall be made of a maiden blushing;
be I the cause had I thought.
O sigh the kissing is beyond me,
the play in your eyes still moving through the acts,
And I to say no sweeter do you look--
for I have taken you with faults
Shall I lie and say you are born of perfection?
Nay you are beautiful just look into my eyes--
you’ll see yourself reflected
I’m looking at no other O now I hear you sigh;
that happy sigh of love.
Seated on the undergrowth of emotions,
blue-bells, daisies, roses red,
all scented with a perfume of tenderness--
ask me what is divine about the trances
of the forest of our hearts entwined,
And I shall say—beyond my knowing--
tears, tears, and tears they fall;
longing for you to be solid in the fallen dream world.
like an hourglass of sand,
finally turning to ice—becoming the lava lamp--
all through those bound tears
memories spring, and float forever upward,
How can you be dead when you are in my tears--
naked in the sea, the morrow cometh alone
Tears, tears, and tears they fall;
longing for you to be solid in the fallen dream world.
Nor can the heart take a walk,
in the ribbon-tied melody,
hearing the seeded waking moments--
and the synthetic tread of footsteps
painting rivers in the mountains of my dreams,
These ghosts be shapeless mortal visions--
take this flower fused with your scent
still it grows without you.
I have seen a world of fantasy,
strung together with the hearts of others,
In the hours of forever shall;
their dreams forever live on--
so grim seems the skies that I’ve dreamt
missing the placement of the puzzle piece,
the passion haunts the blush--
not so do we tell of smiles in the still
nought shall be made of a maiden blushing;
be I the cause had I thought.
O sigh the kissing is beyond me,
the play in your eyes still moving through the acts,
And I to say no sweeter do you look--
for I have taken you with faults
Shall I lie and say you are born of perfection?
Nay you are beautiful just look into my eyes--
you’ll see yourself reflected
I’m looking at no other O now I hear you sigh;
that happy sigh of love.
Seated on the undergrowth of emotions,
blue-bells, daisies, roses red,
all scented with a perfume of tenderness--
ask me what is divine about the trances
of the forest of our hearts entwined,
And I shall say—beyond my knowing--
tears, tears, and tears they fall;
longing for you to be solid in the fallen dream world.