Sunday, 20 November 2011
While Mortals Sleep
Delicately we carve out the details on how we wish to shape our lives. We're taking these tiny steps, one after another. Looking up slowly and turning away when we catch the eye of the smile greeting your own weary stare. Radiance is still too much to bare. You can always laugh with a hollow tune. There will forever be rain on the horizon because drought leads to pain. The cracks in the skin of the earth will be slowly healed, given the chance. Throw the water on too quickly, watch the freeze-thaw set in and sending you back to room 101. Does this mean we are trying? Working for something more than we ever dreamt the darkness would deliver. Up in the clouds, not caring for the dangers the sun presents (even though we are secretly willing to burn). I remember not to question the journey of others.
I heard there was this ideal, something to do with staying and never leaving. But we are only on borrowed time - all the doctors know that. You can see it in their eyes. Getting so tiresome of explaining the meaning of feelings so you can diagnose with paper and pen.
What if the blade slips and we cut out the good parts without meaning to? Does that make us foolish or simply human? If you do not recall them as 'good' then surely you have missed nothing at all.
Let's dance amongst the stars, they'll be distant at first but as you welcome them in they grow ever closer.
"O, thou art fairer than the evening's air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars,
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter,
When he'd appear'd to hapless Semele,
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms,
And none but thou shalt be my paramour"
Can you hold my hand, just not too tightly?
Remain on your mind.
Take something old and make it incredibly relevant.
It has hypophrenia written all over, and with so memory does improve greatly.
Would you like to know a secret?