Shall I call you,
January Friend?
Funny we should meet,
In pure imagination.
Your embrace is but a memory,
Wrapped in smooth opium silk.
It caresses me softly,
The image of yesterday's tomorrow.
Forever you will be,
January Friend.
With halo slipping,
Dancing with the dark.
A liquid waltz,
Around deceptive pillow talk.
Little lies,
To inspire a respite of dreamless sleep.
Here we'll be,
January Friend.
Alone in the stars,
Separate and together.
A perfect yin and yang,
Proud in its equilibrium.
From infinite possibility,
I'll heal without you.
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Showing posts with label Peace of Mind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peace of Mind. Show all posts
Monday, August 18, 2014
Thursday, May 16, 2013
The Lament of the Innocent
Bright eyes sing softly
A lullabye for my weary soul
Inexperienced wisdom that
Doesn't know enough to know a
Peace of mind buried beneath a
Piece of heart
To dream the impossible is
The madness of the optimist
Climb over the mountain
Arrive at the destination
Tet a Tet with tenacity
Vehemence, verve, vigor and valor
Alliterate the journey
To carve your way on paths already trodden
No matter who came before
No matter how long we stay
All that stands is now
All that falls is to come
The riddles of verses
Not yet written
Hold the meaning of
The life not yet lived
Today is to come
Through all the love of long ago
Death of innocents to
Provide the mettle
We've no time for regrets
Sorry won't bring daddy home
It's time to grow up
Sooner than anyone expected
The lament of the innocent is
The stuff that makes a man.
A lullabye for my weary soul
Inexperienced wisdom that
Doesn't know enough to know a
Peace of mind buried beneath a
Piece of heart
To dream the impossible is
The madness of the optimist
Climb over the mountain
Arrive at the destination
Tet a Tet with tenacity
Vehemence, verve, vigor and valor
Alliterate the journey
To carve your way on paths already trodden
No matter who came before
No matter how long we stay
All that stands is now
All that falls is to come
The riddles of verses
Not yet written
Hold the meaning of
The life not yet lived
Today is to come
Through all the love of long ago
Death of innocents to
Provide the mettle
We've no time for regrets
Sorry won't bring daddy home
It's time to grow up
Sooner than anyone expected
The lament of the innocent is
The stuff that makes a man.
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