Saturday, September 17, 2011

Singing Sour in the Sugar Rain

Quite in my arms I sat to dance
Singing in the silence of thoughts

Held by the breath and held by the flesh
Deep down a soul cried with fear

The greed for Love sold me to him
As he was a Hym to me

Rains washed my eyes and the sky so clear
Ahead for me a pain to bear

The cycle of agony and the Ecstasy never ends
Making me a meaning or an incomplete poem

Here comes the dusk with its mask of light hiding the dark which lies behind
Songs will be sung and it will be a beautiful night tonight
But I have promises to keep who bears me night after night
Making me a fuller dream

PS:Friday nights are fun to be but waking up with your Sunday morning is the sweetest :)


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