I hope it's okay.
The forest blooms many heads, doth it not?
The moon lays many beds, does she not?
Reel them in with the hook of your transient delights in the myth of tonight.
Is it a myth, the intuition to bear fruit?
Is it a fantasy, the blossoming of one’s spirit?
I ask ye… hath you not told me whence came I from the womb of dark sanity?
Hath you not denounced against my free will, or are you the protagonist for my spirit saved?
When… why? I hear the roar of the powers that be, but lost in the sound is a voice to save me.
Only the path where Spring does bloom, where birds do sing, where rain does fall, where dawns do break to nature’s call, can I be saved… can I be true… can I grow with the sun and the rain and the moon… can I catch hold to what fate brings, when blowing in turbulence lost in the wind?
My eyes turn to you… the Earth, the sun, the moon, the rain, the grass, the trees, the wind in the breeze… you whisper, I hear, but still cannot see, the mist in my eyes is too thick for me… change is inevitable, so please come my way, I’ll mail you tomorrow, and write till you say the words I have heard but never yet known…
It started as a song idea as "The forest blooms many heads" which I think I might keep for writing a song, and I might use some lines in what I've written here to inspire me and give me a base for the lyrics if I do write the song.
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Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle,
and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared.
02 Jul 2012, 5:46 pm
Have great days. x
