it does not mean to be in a place
wheare there is no noise, trouble
or hard work. it means to be in
the midst of thoses things and
still be calm in your heart.
The atmoshere is haunting, as if
the darkness of the walls was
creeping up against your skin.
As you pass through the opening
the only sound you hear is the
echo of your own footsteps.
The scene before you unfolds
to a long, gray chasm. You
feel a cool, crisp breath gently
rushing against your face from
an unknown location. Your eyes
slowly adjust to the abscence
of the sun. You're left feeling
empty, and lonely in the vast
lifeless corridor.
why can't you see? The darkness should only bring out the light. It right at the tips of your fingers. Why dont you understand? I ve wrote of it, spoke of it , painted it in your mind and you cant grasp. I need your faith and i can reveal to you the world and life. Just take my hand and let us walk together.
Time passes. Even when every tick
of the second hand aches like the
pulse of blood behind a bruise. It
passes unevenly, in strange lurches
and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me.
You wanton, quiet memory that haunts me all the while
In order to remind me of her whom love I send.
Perhaps when you caress me sweetly, I will smile.
You are my confidante today, my very dearest friend.
You sweet remembrance, tell a fairy tale
About my girl who's lost and gone, you see.
Tell, tell the one about the golden grail
And call the swallow, bring her back to me.
Fly somewhere back to her and ask her, soft and low,
If she thinks of me sometimes with love,
If she is well and ask her, too, before you go
If I am still her dearest, precious dove.
And hurry back, don't lose your way,
So I can think of other things,
But you w