I stand in the wind and drink it
Like a cup of dark tea
The leaves strike my face and I can't see them coming
So dark, the moon behind clouds
Unrestrained, my new wings glimmer
Black and glittering
So long and graceful and beautiful
It surprised me, the beauty
I glory in the feeling with my wings folded
I am just a creature in the night held close
Just a creature held close
Held close
Dare I think of the past?
I do
All the beauty drains away
The Book is not evil...the Book is not evil
Yet I no longer read
The words that came so easily hold only pain
"For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping"
Oh, the weeping!
I eat and drink liberally
Or at least I used to
It was his favoured punishment
Read until you are what I want you to be!
Kill what you are until you are what I want!
Die!
Die!
And like that I turn away
Because now I can
Now I am free
The wind is my tea
I am the clouds
I am the sea
I am what I am what I am
He isn't here
And I am not afraid to be this creature
This creature held close
I am held close
Held close
I'm the darkness in your soul
I'm the burnt edge on your toast
The bitter tang in your tea
The cloud above the sea...
Faithless?
I believe
I believe dancing is graceless
Monday, October 27, 2008
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Above the clouds, I believe. I love the originality...You wil be the poet in my story...we are in heaven and there ill be a meeting shortly...
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