In front of me
A high statue stands in front of me
Made a neverending night with it´s shadow
Marked as a road crossing over the wide earth
Which I will not follow
I can´t see it´s face
A mysterious place far away
Out of view
Running away for my eyes that hurt
It´s the light that´s blinding me
It´s the sparkling, colouring the darkness
Unreachable tops in the heaven sky
Support by the protective rocks on the ground
Unpermeable white stone
With an head at the edge of the end
Without an entrance to get invited
Maybe I should bend
Bend and break to come around,
in there, behind, through
Colouring the face that´s facing me
And fall back into forgotten memories about you
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| Lone Dreamer: | Maandag, februari 23, 2009 11:30 |
| Wow... I had to read it twice and I''m still not sure if I got everything out of it that seems to be in there. Still, it''s a very strong poem. Somehow I love it. "Colouring the face that´s facing me And fall back into forgotten memories about you" Nice. Veel sterkte. Love, Lone |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 februari 2009 | ||
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