Thursday, April 9, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
the objective is to get me there
some things aren't meant to change
restless
the mist had settled and my soul had eased
but my mind wandered in vain
the dark calls out to a part of me
a fraction lost and was never reclaimed.
my heart hungers for an elusive sweet
a feeling that I have never known
forgotten memories I was unable to keep
but a whispered dream I was shown.
but my mind wandered in vain
the dark calls out to a part of me
a fraction lost and was never reclaimed.
my heart hungers for an elusive sweet
a feeling that I have never known
forgotten memories I was unable to keep
but a whispered dream I was shown.
wonderful paradise
the objective is to get me there
the ladies in my life
some things aren't meant to change
I dream of shadows...
I dream of shadows in the night
and moonlit strolls by a turquoise sea
I dream of lifetimes gone by
when there was only you and me.
I see shimmering drops of water
like so many wishes I once made
each shadow holds disappointments
and debts that were never paid.
I smell softly perfumed breezes
and nostalgic feelings that they bring
a time of such joyful happiness
and of a magical, mystical thing.
I feel sensations too marvellous
for any words to try to describe
each feather-light caress ignites-
fire I thought had died.
I hear words spoken long ago
sweet whispers in the night
from one who loved so deeply
'turned from shadows to the light.
I know that it was a lifetime ago
when my soul was shattered in two
my heart was given with all of me
and now what’s left waits for you.
and moonlit strolls by a turquoise sea
I dream of lifetimes gone by
when there was only you and me.
I see shimmering drops of water
like so many wishes I once made
each shadow holds disappointments
and debts that were never paid.
I smell softly perfumed breezes
and nostalgic feelings that they bring
a time of such joyful happiness
and of a magical, mystical thing.
I feel sensations too marvellous
for any words to try to describe
each feather-light caress ignites-
fire I thought had died.
I hear words spoken long ago
sweet whispers in the night
from one who loved so deeply
'turned from shadows to the light.
I know that it was a lifetime ago
when my soul was shattered in two
my heart was given with all of me
and now what’s left waits for you.
Some of my all-time favourite books
- A Place to Call Home - Deborah Smith
- Acheron - Sherrilyn Kenyon
- Chains of Darkness, Chains of Light - Michelle Sagara
- Digital Fortress - Dan Brown
- Headhunter - Timothy Findlay
- Heir to the Shadows - Anne Bishop
- Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austin
- Silk and Stone - Deborah Smith
- Suite Francais - Irene Nemirovsky
- The Diary of Anne Frank - Anne Frank
speak to me
words whispered
spoken with care
hedged phrases and hesitant thoughts
holding back those blind
impulses
afraid, terrified, anxious
waiting for a hint
a pulse
promises planned and discarded quickly
painful hesitations
in love with love
but genuinely
aching for those sweet phrases
that will make it all feel
so bitter, so sweet
but oh so
real.
spoken with care
hedged phrases and hesitant thoughts
holding back those blind
impulses
afraid, terrified, anxious
waiting for a hint
a pulse
promises planned and discarded quickly
painful hesitations
in love with love
but genuinely
aching for those sweet phrases
that will make it all feel
so bitter, so sweet
but oh so
real.
Blog Archive
About Me
No comments:
Post a Comment