Ceile
04-22-2013, 10:09 PM
How taut, really
Is the thread between two souls
Which can be released
With the slightest movement
Which must be unraveled
All mine heart strings
Are intricately woven
The other end loosely held
Easily let go, without a thought
Leaving a constricted mess
Of loose ends
I appeal to Emerson
To do me a favor
Light a path in the direction
Of where the individualists meet
Those who show a commonplace face
But whose hearts play the tune
Of that familiar string
The one of iron, not thread
It matters not who lets go
We are forever entwined
Is the thread between two souls
Which can be released
With the slightest movement
Which must be unraveled
All mine heart strings
Are intricately woven
The other end loosely held
Easily let go, without a thought
Leaving a constricted mess
Of loose ends
I appeal to Emerson
To do me a favor
Light a path in the direction
Of where the individualists meet
Those who show a commonplace face
But whose hearts play the tune
Of that familiar string
The one of iron, not thread
It matters not who lets go
We are forever entwined