op. 15 – blissful isolation
op. 15 - to sharon, my naivete
blissful
isolation
the worlds peep above the horizon; the lazy clouds crawl across the sky.
young green blades sprout from the ground and we now have our private haven.
atop this hill we watch the events of these worlds as they pass us by:
civilizations rise and fall, as the remains are eventually scavenged by ravens.
the emotions, thoughts, and dreams from my mind command these worlds of ours,
and meekly smiling, i ask you into which world you would like to descend.
yet to my despair, even my best do not please you despite my amazing power.
but before i could hang my head in shame, with simple words you contend:
"i assert to you, my wondrous love, that life is but a chance to dream,
but simply resting in the sole fact that i was, you were- but we are..."
all the wild fantasies fade away and return to the forever settled mind stream,
as do the worlds before us, and atop the hill in blissful isolation, we smile from afar.
+ august 11, 2009 @ 3:45 AM
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