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21 March, 2009 at 14:59 (Uncategorized)

Summer will come, it came today,
For a visit before going away,
and it will come back on glorious white wings,
and it will come back as the spring recedes,
and summer will come and be long and hot,
and this spring will never quite be forgot.

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18 March, 2009 at 23:05 (Uncategorized)

That the summer might never come I know,
but you have left a thousand times,
and so I have to live through the spring.
That the summer’s wings have gone,
and that the spring will never be long enough,
I know and I know that it might never come,
but it did and it has and I hope the summer comes,
and the spring came, I know it and love it the same,
so I hope,
for the beginning of summer.

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18 March, 2009 at 12:14 (Uncategorized)

It’s spring time and everything is right,
I am flying in a butterfly’s wings,
and the sun dances long,
for I am hovering where she dances,
and it is spring and there’s a time
for gambling and taking chances.
So here’s a gamble by the lake,
and there I am counting cards,
sitting away from the table.
It’s spring time and I know it by
the foxes bark, and we are running joyful
in the woods and hills and soon
it will be time to quit this place,
it is spring time now and the butterfly
flaps her wings,
and I’ve been running for a long time now,
just need another beak, just need to see
another creature and summer will be here.
But for now it’s spring and the winter is over.
Kissed the snow goodbye some new years eve,
got the spring flowers and the rabbits
they are dancing now.
I am flying on wings I borrowed,
just trying to see, the sky a little longer.

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15 March, 2009 at 14:43 (Uncategorized)

Its your eyes,
its your eyes,
its your eyes,
I haven’t seen that look in so long,
and there it is
and your arms are so tight right now
and there it is,
its your eyes
its your eyes
its your eyes.
It’s the energy of your passion,
and there it is,
a realisation and desire, a loving, a living,
and there it is,
with the sudden loss of your lips,
Your eyes,
your eyes,
your eyes.

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14 March, 2009 at 23:42 (Uncategorized)

Hold me tight and hold me tight and hold me tight again,
A pages turn is all we have,
and every leaf will win,
it’s the words that stay in the memory,
the edges of the leaves not so much,
but I feel like this one cut you,
I feel with every touch.
And hold me tight and hold me tight and hold me tight again,
I love the way you look at me,
and the way you won’t let go,
and hold me tight and hold me tight and hold me tight again.
Those eyes of yours they don’t see me,
I know it,
don’t let go.

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12 March, 2009 at 20:23 (Uncategorized)

And can you run boy?
And can you spin? It’s my tale you’ll tell,
and don’t think you won’t because
I took your fealty as you swore it,
and you did swear it,
and there’s no going back on it now.
And can you run?
As you see us kissing at the gate,
and can you see how much I mean it and how?
First knight, only knight,
and it’s my tale you’ll tell,
was it the pearls that drew you in?
Do they still shine as bright as you thought?
He holds them in his hand and he squeezes as they drip,
and they lie amongst the cobbles,
almost forgotten.
Can you see us kissing at the gate?
as we split our ways,
still he rides,
and I am here, and I am doing,
if you think I wait you are mistaken.
And can you run?
I think you’re going to have to,
because she shines as brightly as the sun,
and it’s the end of the world that is coming.
Can you run?

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11 March, 2009 at 09:50 (Uncategorized)

I said “But I have denied you heaven.”
He said , “It was not heaven to me,”
“Not as it is to you,”
I whispered “yet” and could not understand.

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8 March, 2009 at 11:44 (Uncategorized)

The emptiness is evident.
The highs the lows,
they are all human highs and lows,
and the taste of this world,
after so long seeing the stars
touch the earth.
Leaves me with the emptiness of faery.
I long for your wings
and turn away,
with deliberation.
I wish I didn’t have to.

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When It Comes Down To It

7 March, 2009 at 17:09 (Uncategorized)

The very first question that you asked me was why?
And I had no words to give you,
Who could explain that shine?
Who could explain how you made me still?
But when it comes down to it,
I am Catullus, explaining over dinner,
that one of the five senses,
has him enthralled.
That very first question you asked me,
which I was unable to answer,
and all those evenings since,
when my heart has burst from being overfilled.
How can I admit,
that,
your hair spread out in the morning on the pillow,
that,
the softness of your skin against my cheek,
that,
the accidental scent of you as I unwittingly breathe in,
is what catches at my soul.
I still have no words to give you,
and I fill pages with them.
That moment,
when you asked and I could not answer –
all the answer that I could have given,
would have been,
I live in hope of my senses…
…and looking back the hope was almost justified,
and I am left here,
wishing I could have gotten you to stay.
All that sense of destiny,
turning on the spread of hair and softness of a cheek,
but you are wrong if you think they will not last,
and I am still inhaling
on that accidental breath from last week.

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