Will M.
10-16-2004, 04:22 PM
This one took me a long time; 8/2/04-10/16/04.
Don't know what to call it...
Under the modest moonlight, I humbly stand and gaze.
To the stars, I wish for an end to this perpetual maze.
And in the darkness of the skies, hope renders through my eyes,
As cosmic, vibrant, lights shine upon my semi-caustic mind.
Images of constant changing colors cross into my sights;
Spinning aimlessly, while traveling through treacherous times.
Time takes a toll, as my life slowly begins to lose control,
Strucken by an energy of the spirits of our starving souls.
Colors, now run franticly, yet they all look just the same;
Trapped within a force more greater than the power of the pen.
And I step out into the open air, now wishing for a friend,
But alas, the radiant light of victory seems impossible to win.
So I set out to search the lonesome streets in vain.
But a devious voice clammers through my thoughts of mind;
Shall I turn back, or set forth into the cold midnight rain?
The decision is thought provoking, perhaps even dangerous.
How long have I searched, and how long shall the burden remain?
And I’d ramble on to myself as though I were insane.
Now until the rivers of sorrow wash away into the seas,
Life will change dramatically, like the leaves in the Fall.
With the passionate memories along with the beauty I have seen,
I’ve lain upon the mountain grass, listening for a call.
And to the fog in the morning sky, I stare in distant reverie...
An unknown love has handed me the key; at last I’ve been set free.
Don't know what to call it...
Under the modest moonlight, I humbly stand and gaze.
To the stars, I wish for an end to this perpetual maze.
And in the darkness of the skies, hope renders through my eyes,
As cosmic, vibrant, lights shine upon my semi-caustic mind.
Images of constant changing colors cross into my sights;
Spinning aimlessly, while traveling through treacherous times.
Time takes a toll, as my life slowly begins to lose control,
Strucken by an energy of the spirits of our starving souls.
Colors, now run franticly, yet they all look just the same;
Trapped within a force more greater than the power of the pen.
And I step out into the open air, now wishing for a friend,
But alas, the radiant light of victory seems impossible to win.
So I set out to search the lonesome streets in vain.
But a devious voice clammers through my thoughts of mind;
Shall I turn back, or set forth into the cold midnight rain?
The decision is thought provoking, perhaps even dangerous.
How long have I searched, and how long shall the burden remain?
And I’d ramble on to myself as though I were insane.
Now until the rivers of sorrow wash away into the seas,
Life will change dramatically, like the leaves in the Fall.
With the passionate memories along with the beauty I have seen,
I’ve lain upon the mountain grass, listening for a call.
And to the fog in the morning sky, I stare in distant reverie...
An unknown love has handed me the key; at last I’ve been set free.