There's music in love, love in music, and life is all in between

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Feeling infused by the confused

how can drive you there
where i dont where to go
but i dont want to let go
feeling empty.

how can i catch a train
that'll lead me the right way
to steal your heart away
and hide it to keep it safe.

tell me what i should do
i dont know what to do,
im thinking all these thoughts
not all of them are good

cause i fear i might get hurt
and i fear i might have to
let go, but im standing here

how can i dream of this if
i never fall asleep.

1 comment:

moonpoet said...

The useless dawn finds me in a deserted streetcorner; I have outlived the night.
Nights are proud waves: darkblue topheavy waves laden with all hues of deep spoil, laden with things unlikely and desirable.
Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals, of things half given away, half withheld, of joys with a dark hemisphere. Nights act that way,
I tell you.
The surge, that night left me the customary shred an odd end: some hated friends to chat with, music for dreams, and the smoking of bitter ashes. The things my hungry heart has no use for.
The big wave brought you.
Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily and incessantly beautiful. We talked and you have forgotten the words.
The shattering dawn finds me in a deserted street of my city.
Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to make your name, the lilt of your laughter: these are illustrious toys you have left me. I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find them; I tell them to the few stray dogs and to the few stray stars of the dawn.
Your dark rich life...
I must get at you, somehow;
I put away those illustrious toys you have left me; I want your hidden look, your real smile -- that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows.