06-25-2010, 05:23 AM
Sad Stars
Suddenly the sad stars were gone,
The closing of your eyes.
And in it's place an ocean,
A torrential wave of emotion.
A strike of sadness, of creation.
Of what few men will find,
And no woman will know.
But the one who felt it,
Who saw it come to be.
Can vouch for its beauty,
And say within reason,
That it should always be.
Be what people know,
Be what the sad stars hide.
Hide from all but he who knows,
That is your secret to share.
One that will always chill the air.
Just know for the future,
Should those stars disappear again,
You do not have to hide it.
For you will be loved regardless.
(And a second one! :O)
Unnamed
If a kiss could ignite those fires again,
And if simply holding you would rush me to love,
I would grab you and kiss you, hold you like you held me.
The nape of my neck tingling with the broken wall,
Your hands touching me, pulling me beyond and above,
Above those crumbled walls of guilt and regret,
Back to those lips, with no similar refrain.
It can’t simply be lost, forgot.
No possibility of letting go of that wonder.
Wonder laced with a kiss to taboo for whispers to spread.
And memory of our bodies in that second long euphoria,
Our bodies, for a moment gods, ripping lands asunder,
And sending across life’s sky, calamitous thunder.
But destruction meaning nothing in the eyes of the man,
Seeking your comfort and passion still.
Yet with the evanescence of the god like high,
And the advent of the devils below,
I will not lose grasp of the one blaze I long.
Of hope that there is more within broken hearts than memory.
And that memory lives to live again.
That this is no fool’s errand, but a heartfelt quest.
For feelings long past, and for vehemence yet to be known.
Hope, that a first kiss, perfect, is not the last.
And that something so perfect is not empty… and meaningless.
Suddenly the sad stars were gone,
The closing of your eyes.
And in it's place an ocean,
A torrential wave of emotion.
A strike of sadness, of creation.
Of what few men will find,
And no woman will know.
But the one who felt it,
Who saw it come to be.
Can vouch for its beauty,
And say within reason,
That it should always be.
Be what people know,
Be what the sad stars hide.
Hide from all but he who knows,
That is your secret to share.
One that will always chill the air.
Just know for the future,
Should those stars disappear again,
You do not have to hide it.
For you will be loved regardless.
(And a second one! :O)
Unnamed
If a kiss could ignite those fires again,
And if simply holding you would rush me to love,
I would grab you and kiss you, hold you like you held me.
The nape of my neck tingling with the broken wall,
Your hands touching me, pulling me beyond and above,
Above those crumbled walls of guilt and regret,
Back to those lips, with no similar refrain.
It can’t simply be lost, forgot.
No possibility of letting go of that wonder.
Wonder laced with a kiss to taboo for whispers to spread.
And memory of our bodies in that second long euphoria,
Our bodies, for a moment gods, ripping lands asunder,
And sending across life’s sky, calamitous thunder.
But destruction meaning nothing in the eyes of the man,
Seeking your comfort and passion still.
Yet with the evanescence of the god like high,
And the advent of the devils below,
I will not lose grasp of the one blaze I long.
Of hope that there is more within broken hearts than memory.
And that memory lives to live again.
That this is no fool’s errand, but a heartfelt quest.
For feelings long past, and for vehemence yet to be known.
Hope, that a first kiss, perfect, is not the last.
And that something so perfect is not empty… and meaningless.