motion
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May. 17th, 2006 | 09:47 pm
concealed, never revealed, strong these motions flow
one running into refuge of silence, walking heavenly
so loud the anticipation of this wave echoes around
warping, interlaced as spiderwebs of purple, hot mist
shivering, bathing in day's warmth, lost...
breathing in and out I bathe in my presence, so thick it is
as a dew of tears rise and evaporate in my empty silence again
ever so hollow as if this void was crafted, ripped by cold, cruel hands
that shape the face of my core, my being, my shadow -
blast this mundane ignorance to dust, raging and screaming, my friend
I'll follow thee to the place where we meet
let it be born, pour some expensive wine in the flame, make it burn
before this beautiful fire of dreams turns into ashen, gray dust
let it unfold at thy feet as a fluffy carpet of clouds,
so thick, soft and pleasant, like if touched by the gods
...or we will be waiting forever
one running into refuge of silence, walking heavenly
so loud the anticipation of this wave echoes around
warping, interlaced as spiderwebs of purple, hot mist
shivering, bathing in day's warmth, lost...
breathing in and out I bathe in my presence, so thick it is
as a dew of tears rise and evaporate in my empty silence again
ever so hollow as if this void was crafted, ripped by cold, cruel hands
that shape the face of my core, my being, my shadow -
blast this mundane ignorance to dust, raging and screaming, my friend
I'll follow thee to the place where we meet
let it be born, pour some expensive wine in the flame, make it burn
before this beautiful fire of dreams turns into ashen, gray dust
let it unfold at thy feet as a fluffy carpet of clouds,
so thick, soft and pleasant, like if touched by the gods
...or we will be waiting forever