Thursday | October 11, 2007

this first, this word.

Woke up this morning, and i heard the rain.
walking in it, was held by refrain. so i avoided, what i knew was masked as the rain.
because, there im so anxious, so crowded by everything, that isnt you. so i run away,
and i hide, and i wish that there was something i could do to stop but i cant.

eisleys singing to me, the sweet whisper, anything but faint.
oh, you humor me today.

i wish i could shut up about them, but they wont seem to go away
they were created by the love of you, and its still there it wants to stay.
but why wont you just go away away awa.y

i know i say this but secretly i never want you to leave, to go away from me.
all i desire is your presence i wish i didnt want to be burdened by your splendor,
but it wont stop.

rain fumbles with my mind. save me from the rain,
or do i want to play in it?


standing on the edge, looking down at orange surrounding my feet,
tip toe tip toe.. waves crash into all of me, and i
fall back.. onto a pillow luminated with blue, there they are again,
red butterflies. and once again i smile, the yellow comes back into my face,
eyes deep and green for a limited amount of time. going to a place you
cant find, place of thought, peace of mind.
red butterflies.. red red butterflies..