Tarquin
03-11-2008, 08:13 PM
Painting Reflections
Still sitting waters with stars painted on top, why are you so calm?
And yet my reflection is not
So muddled and dirty, like a smelly old swamp
the moonlight on your surface, like the carpet awaiting it's queen
I cannot go, I cannot be seen
Rain falls and splatters the face that looks up at me
And I can't help but see my painting awaiting me
The rain causes ripples
A minor imperfection
But thats what makes it so fair.
Underneath those lines
A future is awaiting me.
Still sitting waters with stars painted on top, why are you so calm?
And yet my reflection is not
So muddled and dirty, like a smelly old swamp
the moonlight on your surface, like the carpet awaiting it's queen
I cannot go, I cannot be seen
Rain falls and splatters the face that looks up at me
And I can't help but see my painting awaiting me
The rain causes ripples
A minor imperfection
But thats what makes it so fair.
Underneath those lines
A future is awaiting me.