Hold, beyond, we seek the times,
Of sands that slip between these fingers
Elude, this shadow, the guilt that guides my heart
of cold, now embers, beneath the light
Of fellows & shadows yet to greet
My eyes have chapters, wonders to meet
elude farewell, good morrow some say
these lips have spoken, but yet there is more
Notes:
No notes, just abit sleepy..
conducting too many interviews *sigh*
Annals of history..
I seek the lost that now hold sway
Knowing myself.. losing my way
Is reverie at hand? My longing this day..
Roses are dead, these earth now clay..
Summer in june, Heathen in May
My journey beckons, its time some say
Treason, my heart, these eyes now witness
Would these lips know of such pain
To hear, not feel, should darkness allow
Hallow, these halls of satin in gray
Now preach the glimpse of mirrored smiles..
I walk, with company,
Alone, with no guile
To voice, unheard, now greet with a kiss
is all, i seek, the things that I miss
Hold, beyond, we seek the times,
Of sands that slip between these fingers
Elude, this flame, that guides my heart
of cold, now embers, beneath the light
Notes:
Actually i wrote this while waiting for my turn to speak at a recent toastmasters meeting.
I think my president was asking me why the stuff I wrote was so dark.
Ahahaha I guess now that I think about it.. i’m a pretty morbid guy ^_^
