white camellia
08-07-2013, 04:33 AM
The day is touched with a tragic feeling
A moment outside History -
An innocent you, the honest me.
Every thought of you, a phone call linking
The absence of your presence,
The echoing voices of your essence,
Of the very singularity in your entirety,
Suffice, for my mortal duration,
With all its desires, achings,
Fleshy ideas in suicidal silence -
At the gate of a world, a Myth
A moment outside History -
An innocent you, the honest me.
Every thought of you, a phone call linking
The absence of your presence,
The echoing voices of your essence,
Of the very singularity in your entirety,
Suffice, for my mortal duration,
With all its desires, achings,
Fleshy ideas in suicidal silence -
At the gate of a world, a Myth