I was listening to a song by Nick Drake (From The Morning) and it inspired me to write a songish poem - enjoy!
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Firy glow floats
Above our heads, still
Blue waves stream by in puffs
And we're spinning, still
Feel the breeze through open palms
Stroke of a brush tints your face
A warmth rises from beneath,
As the petals hold their place
And we're running, running
Through open fields of love
Coated in chiseled gold
As the orb descends, above
You poke holes in the sky,
Fingers leave behind white magic
Light falls down, illuminating
Softens quiet figure, plastic
My love
Touch curves of limitless devotion
My life
A sight to see, starvation
My eyes
Folded, colored in your imaginationBehold
My hands,
Floating on the river of inspiration
*note: the last stanza or whatever above is sort of a puzzle. it doesnt make sense untill you rearange the lines. :)
About Me
- aNUSHa
- I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.
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