Poem No. 1
Posted: Tue May 10, 2005 9:56 pm
And it feels so late in september
the forest is scarlet to you
you trudge by a path, bewildered and free
but end in the wind with a dream turning blue
but end in the wind with a dream turning blue
you end in the wind with a dream turning blue
for what is sunlight, to whom does it glow
in flashlight of hails like beauty and pain
which dazzle the reason and offers a song
to carry your mind although it is wrong
to carry your mind although it is wrong
by ways of the heart which reason don’t know
And it feels so late in september
the ground floor is empty to you
you wander in dreams and then turn around
to wake up exhausted and terribly blue
to wake up exhausted and terribly blue
you wake up exhausted and terribly blue
for what is weeping, to whom do you cry
in half-light by night, in sonorous loss
which shatter the reason and offers a song
to carry your mind although it is wrong
to carry your mind although it is wrong
by lips that are burning exposing a lie
And it feels like death in september
the body is heartless to you
but then from your dream an actual fact
will guide you by hand and love that you knew
will guide you by hand and love that you knew
she guides you by hand and love that you knew
for what is her love, to whom does it go
by sparks in the night, devoted to fall
which dazzle the reason, and burns in a song
to carry your mind although it is wrong
to carry your mind although it is wrong
by feet that are dancing to conquer it all
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this was a good effort, and is deffo. song material.
the forest is scarlet to you
you trudge by a path, bewildered and free
but end in the wind with a dream turning blue
but end in the wind with a dream turning blue
you end in the wind with a dream turning blue
for what is sunlight, to whom does it glow
in flashlight of hails like beauty and pain
which dazzle the reason and offers a song
to carry your mind although it is wrong
to carry your mind although it is wrong
by ways of the heart which reason don’t know
And it feels so late in september
the ground floor is empty to you
you wander in dreams and then turn around
to wake up exhausted and terribly blue
to wake up exhausted and terribly blue
you wake up exhausted and terribly blue
for what is weeping, to whom do you cry
in half-light by night, in sonorous loss
which shatter the reason and offers a song
to carry your mind although it is wrong
to carry your mind although it is wrong
by lips that are burning exposing a lie
And it feels like death in september
the body is heartless to you
but then from your dream an actual fact
will guide you by hand and love that you knew
will guide you by hand and love that you knew
she guides you by hand and love that you knew
for what is her love, to whom does it go
by sparks in the night, devoted to fall
which dazzle the reason, and burns in a song
to carry your mind although it is wrong
to carry your mind although it is wrong
by feet that are dancing to conquer it all
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this was a good effort, and is deffo. song material.