opheliac
08-27-2008, 02:30 AM
DISORIENTATION
If your heart is a treasure map,
then I have been sent off course
lost in my confused navigation,
and blown into a heavy storm.
I try to decipher your clues,
and gaze into your compass eye
deep and sharp like an old star,
pointing me in the right direction.
My guide, my reflected hope,
I know this world is surely round,
and that the curvature of your flowerly limbs
will eventually lead me home.
At dawn, I saw birds drop from the sky;
they came as thick as falling bricks
out of the crumbling clouds of grey.
Tonight time's sea is wolf-hungry,
swallowing my rations of sanity
as I am tossed to and fro
in your breaking lifeboat.
The water rushes on rapidly,
And I am left to face the edge.
How long till the last wave comes?
I do not know, now all is in vain
and I am drowning, drowning in you.
If your heart is a treasure map,
then I have been sent off course
lost in my confused navigation,
and blown into a heavy storm.
I try to decipher your clues,
and gaze into your compass eye
deep and sharp like an old star,
pointing me in the right direction.
My guide, my reflected hope,
I know this world is surely round,
and that the curvature of your flowerly limbs
will eventually lead me home.
At dawn, I saw birds drop from the sky;
they came as thick as falling bricks
out of the crumbling clouds of grey.
Tonight time's sea is wolf-hungry,
swallowing my rations of sanity
as I am tossed to and fro
in your breaking lifeboat.
The water rushes on rapidly,
And I am left to face the edge.
How long till the last wave comes?
I do not know, now all is in vain
and I am drowning, drowning in you.