I hear the sweet crawl of a tear
Feel the scent of the blues
I touch the untouchable
whispers from lips that kiss
pleading for more
hear me scrape my knee
bend to the blood
blend to the white stars
masses of stars
masses of signs that follow
I am under a bridge and hear the others come down
from a place that no longer seems important
drunk, crazy, hidden
What is the reason?
But then I’ve read somewhere our time does not mean
this is who I am
In one moment I can jump into the cold water
where my tattered life turns once again toward the direction
I thought I had lost
drifting towards the happiness that stole my wishes a long time ago
Here is a chair, a cigar and a maiden who loves me.
Heaven is likely a bit like this I think. Lit up and loved – comfort with a
favorite pillow – a favorite poem that keeps me going, a favorite cat that purrs
and I am lost to this sound
Here I never miss a lick of sleep
here I am without needing to compare my life to yours
Here our lives seem to blend like a good scotch.
There is a melancholy today inside me. I cannot do enough nor decide what to do is enough, it just is and it feels a bit lovely.
Inspired by one hella talent and friend ` his piece "Wishbones"http://www.redbubble.com/people/solarbear/writi... got me going towards my own meaning… Thank you "Solarbear"http://www.redbubble.com/people/solarbear