Began on Thursday, 28 July, 2005.
Take me to where the dawn waits
To where the Night River weeps
Where my mother will not look
And through the cracks where light peeks
We will slip out
I understand the restrained fire
Blindfolded, I am left with only touch
For all I ask, this yearning to live
Is it too much?
And I stumble, left here in the dark
Destiny holds my life in thrall
Take me to the interlude
To the moment when the curtain falls
And there where silence meets sound
I cannot hear my mother’s calls
(c)Sylphide
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Saturday, July 30, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Blue Eyes
Began on Sunday, 22 May, 2005.
I saw your silence in the moonlight
There was nothing left to say
And in the darkness of the night
Your brilliance took me away
I fell into your blue eyes
The truth in them beckoned me
Drew me into the depths, as I sighed
And fell apart beneath the frozen sea
(c) Sylphide
I saw your silence in the moonlight
There was nothing left to say
And in the darkness of the night
Your brilliance took me away
I fell into your blue eyes
The truth in them beckoned me
Drew me into the depths, as I sighed
And fell apart beneath the frozen sea
(c) Sylphide
The Stranger
Began on Friday, 27 May, 2005.
Dawn caresses the tip of my eye,
Unsure, barely tangible:
Peeking at me through cracks
I’d forgotten to close.
A different light lies on the horizon,
Languid;
Soft like a new memory –
This morning does not call my name.
Reality ticks – at 7 am –
Hesitant, in my confusion
I pull back the blinds:
Outside, a stranger waits to meet me
Saffron and scarlet, crimson and cerise
Blooms suffuse the floor:
A creeping blush;
Shy silence–
This morning does not know my name.
(c) Sylphide
Dawn caresses the tip of my eye,
Unsure, barely tangible:
Peeking at me through cracks
I’d forgotten to close.
A different light lies on the horizon,
Languid;
Soft like a new memory –
This morning does not call my name.
Reality ticks – at 7 am –
Hesitant, in my confusion
I pull back the blinds:
Outside, a stranger waits to meet me
Saffron and scarlet, crimson and cerise
Blooms suffuse the floor:
A creeping blush;
Shy silence–
This morning does not know my name.
(c) Sylphide
The Scarlet Door
Began on Wednesday, 9 Feburary, 2005.
She fell down
By the scarlet door
There was no ending
Beyond the floor
She saw her face, in a puddle of tears
Ah! Hence lies a broken mirror
But the reflecting glass never lies
Forasmuch as the truth never fears
She fell through the open window
Down by the scarlet door
There was no ending to her story
Beyond the marble floor
She tread softly, her footsteps sweet
Through a sea of malleable dreams
Whence she came, I could not know
But the waves did part beneath her feet
The scarlet door lay open
All but forgotten in the mist
(c) Sylphide
She fell down
By the scarlet door
There was no ending
Beyond the floor
She saw her face, in a puddle of tears
Ah! Hence lies a broken mirror
But the reflecting glass never lies
Forasmuch as the truth never fears
She fell through the open window
Down by the scarlet door
There was no ending to her story
Beyond the marble floor
She tread softly, her footsteps sweet
Through a sea of malleable dreams
Whence she came, I could not know
But the waves did part beneath her feet
The scarlet door lay open
All but forgotten in the mist
(c) Sylphide
Into the Night
Began on Wednesday, 3 May, 2005.
Past the sickle moon
Into the starless night
Beyond the call of hope
I left afore my sight
In the slippery darkness
I lost upon my hold
A fall from sanity
A fall from flight
Into the soft folds
Of the silent night
Under the broken stars
Beneath the sighing night
Beyond the grasp of reason
I lost the will to fight
In the plunging darkness
I could not find the light
A sorrowed loss
A tear thus lost
Into the gaping orifice
Of the hungry night
Shadows be forgiving
Understand my plight
Swallow all my sins
And give me up to the light
Past the sickle moon
Under the broken stars
A fall from sanity
A fall from flight
A sorrowed loss
A tear thus lost
Into the starless night
(c)Sylphide
Past the sickle moon
Into the starless night
Beyond the call of hope
I left afore my sight
In the slippery darkness
I lost upon my hold
A fall from sanity
A fall from flight
Into the soft folds
Of the silent night
Under the broken stars
Beneath the sighing night
Beyond the grasp of reason
I lost the will to fight
In the plunging darkness
I could not find the light
A sorrowed loss
A tear thus lost
Into the gaping orifice
Of the hungry night
Shadows be forgiving
Understand my plight
Swallow all my sins
And give me up to the light
Past the sickle moon
Under the broken stars
A fall from sanity
A fall from flight
A sorrowed loss
A tear thus lost
Into the starless night
(c)Sylphide
Segregation
Began Thursday, 5 May, 2005.
There’s nothing between us
Just a pane of frosted glass
In my eyes you are blurred
Distorted, so unlike me
And so I shun you
Because I am afraid
If I reach out to touch you
Can’t feel you as you are
Just a pane of frosted glass
I tell myself
There’s nothing between us
I open my eyes, like you tell me to
But there is nothing new
Your voice is a whisper
I can barely hear you over the glass
And so I shun you
Because I am afraid
If I should err in my thought
Would I trust myself again?
Just a pane of frosted glass
I tell myself
There’s nothing between us
(c) Sylphide
There’s nothing between us
Just a pane of frosted glass
In my eyes you are blurred
Distorted, so unlike me
And so I shun you
Because I am afraid
If I reach out to touch you
Can’t feel you as you are
Just a pane of frosted glass
I tell myself
There’s nothing between us
I open my eyes, like you tell me to
But there is nothing new
Your voice is a whisper
I can barely hear you over the glass
And so I shun you
Because I am afraid
If I should err in my thought
Would I trust myself again?
Just a pane of frosted glass
I tell myself
There’s nothing between us
(c) Sylphide
Naked
Began on Thursday, 19 May, 2005.
I walk bare beneath your gaze
Judge me now
Clothed thus as the day I was made and set to walk on earth
Unknowing
But scorn me not
For I am no fool, just a child
Touch me
Skin on skin, so tangible
I can almost feel your thought, and I probe deeper
Seeking
My questions are misunderstood
As the empty mind hungers for truth
As I shed this masquerade
I give up the vacant truth
Glimpse myself behind blue eyes
And I wonder
(c)Sylphide
I walk bare beneath your gaze
Judge me now
Clothed thus as the day I was made and set to walk on earth
Unknowing
But scorn me not
For I am no fool, just a child
Touch me
Skin on skin, so tangible
I can almost feel your thought, and I probe deeper
Seeking
My questions are misunderstood
As the empty mind hungers for truth
As I shed this masquerade
I give up the vacant truth
Glimpse myself behind blue eyes
And I wonder
(c)Sylphide
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