Wednesday, November 01, 2006
- 11:53 am
for a while
for a while; once a while
we'd learn of some peace
for a while; then a while
all pain were to cease
when memories desire
come falling down
passion, the fire,
melancholy, the crown
for tears that glisten
like jewels in light
that hold like dew
in the darkness of night
now hide some new sorrow
a feeling of dread
that whence come tomorrow
will find our life dead
and as the seasons turn
and as the emotions burn
the sunset cry of the skylark
grows cold and stark
the imprint of hands on memory
all serve to remind
of what consternates constantly
and a closer love to bind
of anguish, soft and sorrowful
hurt too deep for regret
an end to all things beautiful
once more a heart to let
when cold and pain in sepia tones
left woe across her face
out would come an extended hand
to wipe away all trace
tis a different kind of butterfly
now fluttering in the wind
all thats left for love to hope
that fate should be so kind
and so for a while; once in a while
you'd grab life by the heart,
till finally, the dictate of pride,
tore you both apart.
fin
hit the stars
