4 views
Light has a language
Being in love is two suns in the sky and songbirds that gather wherever you go.
Music is like water and springs from the ground and water is like a lense that magnifies sound.
Light has a language and the wind knows your name, wildflowers have hands and so does the rain. When daylight fades and the stars are on fire the moon floats 'cross the sky as if hung on a wire
Then the shine fades and her beauty does too, there's more screaming and growling than you hear in a zoo, your skin grows loose and your clothes are too tight, you look 90 years old when they turn on the lights.
Then your life runs out like sand through the hourglass, you end-up in a hospital-bed, flat on your ass. The past becomes magnified
and weighs on your mind and slowly-by-surely you go deaf, you go blind.
The end sneaks up and we go to our grave, disappointed about the decisions we made, we think about time we may have wasted or saved and how love was a waste and made us it's slave.
© W.G. Myers
Music is like water and springs from the ground and water is like a lense that magnifies sound.
Light has a language and the wind knows your name, wildflowers have hands and so does the rain. When daylight fades and the stars are on fire the moon floats 'cross the sky as if hung on a wire
Then the shine fades and her beauty does too, there's more screaming and growling than you hear in a zoo, your skin grows loose and your clothes are too tight, you look 90 years old when they turn on the lights.
Then your life runs out like sand through the hourglass, you end-up in a hospital-bed, flat on your ass. The past becomes magnified
and weighs on your mind and slowly-by-surely you go deaf, you go blind.
The end sneaks up and we go to our grave, disappointed about the decisions we made, we think about time we may have wasted or saved and how love was a waste and made us it's slave.
© W.G. Myers
