moatism
02-09-2006, 12:56 PM
man, i suck at naming things! i figured maybe if other people can get something out of it when they read it, could think of a title. ^_^
* another night another vision...
another dream.....of you...
this imprint of you on the wings of angels...
angels that haunt my neverending gray sky...
the cascading uncertainty that these angels will disappear once the clouds break open to the sun...
the simple yet confusing glare of the seraph's eye...
feigning my disgust for their ever-present stare...
in their stare i see the mirror image their glossy lens' reflect...
in this reflection i see myself...
i see the endless white of your eyes and the grace of your ever-foreboding smile...
as my attention is forcefully veered; i look to my hands...
in my right hand i hold the memory of every metaphor stained with regret and anger, used to define the pain and lonliness of my heart...
in my left hand, the sure uncertainty of the near and distant future; the fear of heartbreak still unknown...
from this left hand ascended a murder of crows dense enough to block out the ever gray sky...
as the fear grew the new sky was born...
a sky dark enough to block out any steam of sunlight; to exterminate any and all possible knowledge of true light...
only the memory of your face imprinted on angels and no uncertainty of our fate...
i rest assured for one more night...*
* another night another vision...
another dream.....of you...
this imprint of you on the wings of angels...
angels that haunt my neverending gray sky...
the cascading uncertainty that these angels will disappear once the clouds break open to the sun...
the simple yet confusing glare of the seraph's eye...
feigning my disgust for their ever-present stare...
in their stare i see the mirror image their glossy lens' reflect...
in this reflection i see myself...
i see the endless white of your eyes and the grace of your ever-foreboding smile...
as my attention is forcefully veered; i look to my hands...
in my right hand i hold the memory of every metaphor stained with regret and anger, used to define the pain and lonliness of my heart...
in my left hand, the sure uncertainty of the near and distant future; the fear of heartbreak still unknown...
from this left hand ascended a murder of crows dense enough to block out the ever gray sky...
as the fear grew the new sky was born...
a sky dark enough to block out any steam of sunlight; to exterminate any and all possible knowledge of true light...
only the memory of your face imprinted on angels and no uncertainty of our fate...
i rest assured for one more night...*