Post by strangeclouds on Dec 10, 2004 0:35:22 GMT -5
Then why don't you run? Are you afraid to trip on these stones along the way? Or is it already too late?
I had a dream- that the only keys I've ever had were broken...but I remembered, the locks were jammed anyway. They fell from my hands like exquisite gold coins- then flew away with the wind, to the sun- a million light years away....Close enough for you to see- close enough, for them to land upon.
But not me. Not you. Not close enough. Not nearly. Not even clouds can touch her. It's because she's made of gold coins- wealth that I will never have. Never enough. Never being forgiven for my Love- ever-tiring of having to fight...
But you?
You I sit and watch- in admiration- You I see- striving to stand again and again-
"It's You," I say...I point to your heart.
But you don't have to cross it anymore. You've already made too many promises in the name of it.
"I'm just so tired," I say. I watch you look up, stopping to wring out the blood from immense mental blows to your brain- just to keep the scars from eventually covering your entire body. I, however- only sop-up whatever I can reach.
"Tired? you're tired? Sweetie- you're just trying to fight hate- Hate that only hurts- because you love these people. Being tired is really trying to love someone. Do you know how hard that is? Fighting to love?"
He looked back down before I could open my mouth. So I just blinked. I looked off in the distance- watching his thoughts scurry off like little rabbits towards the horizon. I knew he had already put his mind to something else. His last ones' little tails bobbing until they were completely out of view. I wondered what he was thinking now. He had turned too far away for me to tell. So I shooed off that one last thought- it's ears folding back as it bounded away. Maybe I wouldn't have to feel so bad if he had already forgotten.
I had a dream- that the only keys I've ever had were broken...but I remembered, the locks were jammed anyway. They fell from my hands like exquisite gold coins- then flew away with the wind, to the sun- a million light years away....Close enough for you to see- close enough, for them to land upon.
But not me. Not you. Not close enough. Not nearly. Not even clouds can touch her. It's because she's made of gold coins- wealth that I will never have. Never enough. Never being forgiven for my Love- ever-tiring of having to fight...
But you?
You I sit and watch- in admiration- You I see- striving to stand again and again-
"It's You," I say...I point to your heart.
But you don't have to cross it anymore. You've already made too many promises in the name of it.
"I'm just so tired," I say. I watch you look up, stopping to wring out the blood from immense mental blows to your brain- just to keep the scars from eventually covering your entire body. I, however- only sop-up whatever I can reach.
"Tired? you're tired? Sweetie- you're just trying to fight hate- Hate that only hurts- because you love these people. Being tired is really trying to love someone. Do you know how hard that is? Fighting to love?"
He looked back down before I could open my mouth. So I just blinked. I looked off in the distance- watching his thoughts scurry off like little rabbits towards the horizon. I knew he had already put his mind to something else. His last ones' little tails bobbing until they were completely out of view. I wondered what he was thinking now. He had turned too far away for me to tell. So I shooed off that one last thought- it's ears folding back as it bounded away. Maybe I wouldn't have to feel so bad if he had already forgotten.