Post by Sheila Widdershins on Aug 18, 2007 21:21:59 GMT -1
Motion blur
Motion blur
She’s slowly fading… glowing snuggly warmth…there’s nothing left out
in the gentle spatters of rain… she can’t help but feel moved,
by the long pavement, with all sorts of things lining it, and…
all this breeze, fresh on her skin, like a new born thought
and she keeps remembering all the times
that this wistful feeling had filled her heart…
and she gazed at the stars, wishing away on them,
hearing the beautiful sounds… she’s in love with the music
she’s in love with this time… these moments,
forever cherished, her pretty secrets,
so sweet and wonderful, their taste
on her tongue, in the back of her mind…
the little glimmers of hope and dreaming
from a safe haven, what could it all mean,
and the dysfunctions of her body… matter so little
in these feelings, there’s nothing… but on-going…
just the on-going… flow of this moment
artistic rendering and the drawn life
stars and rainbow thoughts, with pleasure inside…
secretly watching and wishing away… she feels home
creep up close… and kiss her eyes, forever: in that moment…
in the window, or aside in the room… it doesn’t matter…
Connecting
You fill me with longing…
silent and wistful,
I’m waiting for that voice,
to beckon me closer, you fill me with a sorrowful glance
at all that I’ve never done… you fill me
with a desire, aimed at nothing at all…
just a small hole inside me waiting to be touched
and mended, made whole, you fill me with a magical light,
while I spiral up into the sky, there I send out my threads
to entangle you and bring you to me… whatever you are,
this feeling… fills me with inexplicable longing…
for something I have never known… and: gasping for breath,
I return to my usual self…
and feel self-destructing in the points of my fists
crashing and connecting, then!
the motion set me free…
but I can still feel the need…
Bare
She is left in a moment, raw and untamed…
silent and yet ravaging, and strangely remote…
then it falls to the floor and makes a silent close,
there’s nothing left to feel but that windy plane,
the skyline distant and wet, it’s the wish
to be exposed to it… to be bare in the arms
of the night’s embrace, with a lover’s kiss
gently lingering on her lips, before she slips out of the dream
and wafts back to her small reality, blessing the moment
when she had seen the distant lights,
and wished for the sky,
watched the moon creep upon it’s back,
changing from waning to wax, and in the phases
stood no pious phantoms, only the glimmers scattered
at random onto her eyes…
melting in, bared, melting into infinity
joining nothing but the longing,
the mingle of love, enjoyment and suffering,
some distant need… she bleeds for it to come
and to sweep her away in a silent dream…
Broken wire
Fantastic crackle under the voice…
disembodied, it chooses me; I have no such choice,
I’m merely following the lead
it’s so hard to exist here, I can barely breathe,
but between the sentiments of the cloaked figure,
he withers and explains the way he pines and suddenly
it no longer seems so hard to find
the connecting thread, his voice is what drifts
across the waves of disembodied time,
I’m waiting for the refining twist of the tune,
when can the longing end and we could join…
I can hardly believe that you’re real…
I cannot feel, my hands are numb,
I cannot feel… you aren’t real to me at all…
just a distant picture in the back of my mind somewhere
an ideal perhaps – but between us
only broken wires lie… I’ve severed your tie,
and though you are the Night… I just follow your lead,
I bleed when I wish to bleed, letting out the poison
of waiting for you to manifest…
I can’t see in this darkness into which you’ve shrouded me
I cannot tamper with my motion sickness
as I’m wafted into the blur
and all of it seems insanely absurd…
I’m waiting for a pining Night, which is just
a celestial carrier of the sky… between us is the barrier
of everything existing, in their own shy ways,
nothing can part me from my ties here, all I can say
is goodnight… another day… perhaps,
some other day…
Motion blur
She’s slowly fading… glowing snuggly warmth…there’s nothing left out
in the gentle spatters of rain… she can’t help but feel moved,
by the long pavement, with all sorts of things lining it, and…
all this breeze, fresh on her skin, like a new born thought
and she keeps remembering all the times
that this wistful feeling had filled her heart…
and she gazed at the stars, wishing away on them,
hearing the beautiful sounds… she’s in love with the music
she’s in love with this time… these moments,
forever cherished, her pretty secrets,
so sweet and wonderful, their taste
on her tongue, in the back of her mind…
the little glimmers of hope and dreaming
from a safe haven, what could it all mean,
and the dysfunctions of her body… matter so little
in these feelings, there’s nothing… but on-going…
just the on-going… flow of this moment
artistic rendering and the drawn life
stars and rainbow thoughts, with pleasure inside…
secretly watching and wishing away… she feels home
creep up close… and kiss her eyes, forever: in that moment…
in the window, or aside in the room… it doesn’t matter…
Connecting
You fill me with longing…
silent and wistful,
I’m waiting for that voice,
to beckon me closer, you fill me with a sorrowful glance
at all that I’ve never done… you fill me
with a desire, aimed at nothing at all…
just a small hole inside me waiting to be touched
and mended, made whole, you fill me with a magical light,
while I spiral up into the sky, there I send out my threads
to entangle you and bring you to me… whatever you are,
this feeling… fills me with inexplicable longing…
for something I have never known… and: gasping for breath,
I return to my usual self…
and feel self-destructing in the points of my fists
crashing and connecting, then!
the motion set me free…
but I can still feel the need…
Bare
She is left in a moment, raw and untamed…
silent and yet ravaging, and strangely remote…
then it falls to the floor and makes a silent close,
there’s nothing left to feel but that windy plane,
the skyline distant and wet, it’s the wish
to be exposed to it… to be bare in the arms
of the night’s embrace, with a lover’s kiss
gently lingering on her lips, before she slips out of the dream
and wafts back to her small reality, blessing the moment
when she had seen the distant lights,
and wished for the sky,
watched the moon creep upon it’s back,
changing from waning to wax, and in the phases
stood no pious phantoms, only the glimmers scattered
at random onto her eyes…
melting in, bared, melting into infinity
joining nothing but the longing,
the mingle of love, enjoyment and suffering,
some distant need… she bleeds for it to come
and to sweep her away in a silent dream…
Broken wire
Fantastic crackle under the voice…
disembodied, it chooses me; I have no such choice,
I’m merely following the lead
it’s so hard to exist here, I can barely breathe,
but between the sentiments of the cloaked figure,
he withers and explains the way he pines and suddenly
it no longer seems so hard to find
the connecting thread, his voice is what drifts
across the waves of disembodied time,
I’m waiting for the refining twist of the tune,
when can the longing end and we could join…
I can hardly believe that you’re real…
I cannot feel, my hands are numb,
I cannot feel… you aren’t real to me at all…
just a distant picture in the back of my mind somewhere
an ideal perhaps – but between us
only broken wires lie… I’ve severed your tie,
and though you are the Night… I just follow your lead,
I bleed when I wish to bleed, letting out the poison
of waiting for you to manifest…
I can’t see in this darkness into which you’ve shrouded me
I cannot tamper with my motion sickness
as I’m wafted into the blur
and all of it seems insanely absurd…
I’m waiting for a pining Night, which is just
a celestial carrier of the sky… between us is the barrier
of everything existing, in their own shy ways,
nothing can part me from my ties here, all I can say
is goodnight… another day… perhaps,
some other day…
August 18, 2007