Temptress, horizon
I am a temptress, clad
in smooth silky black,
dotted with stars
or the sparkly colors
of the morning dew.
But I am the horizon,
untouchable in all
my closeness, to be
looked at, longed after
wished for, but never
to be reached for if you
approach me, I'll disappear.
So turn around, walk away.
If you don't, you'll keep on
sailing, sailing, in your quest
to find me, have me, hold me.
Your sails will yellow, the waves
will slowly eat your little boat.
And you will wither, slowly,
slowly and float to your demise,
enveloped, smothered, asphyxiated
by my everlasting omnipresence.
Go now, look away,
for I'm just the horizon.
in smooth silky black,
dotted with stars
or the sparkly colors
of the morning dew.
But I am the horizon,
untouchable in all
my closeness, to be
looked at, longed after
wished for, but never
to be reached for if you
approach me, I'll disappear.
So turn around, walk away.
If you don't, you'll keep on
sailing, sailing, in your quest
to find me, have me, hold me.
Your sails will yellow, the waves
will slowly eat your little boat.
And you will wither, slowly,
slowly and float to your demise,
enveloped, smothered, asphyxiated
by my everlasting omnipresence.
Go now, look away,
for I'm just the horizon.
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2012 | ||
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