Tuesday 27 September 2016

I Fly in the Clouds


This one last time           come along with me                you run so slow I lost you centuries ago              now is not where you said you would be               leaving me alone and out of breath                    this breakdown in the making            where are you love      where are you sleeping            I am awake I am all aware      that I am here and you are there              you do not belong to me         you do not belong to me

Whose truth will be accepted             as war rages against my memories        I cannot say for certain what I expected          or even what I thought I believed      but I am jumping off the cliff into this pillow of air       while you are a voice warning me from the canyon floor                   because this is where you disappear               and where I wish for something more

For you to send a message please        to shoot me so far and so wide           how do I survive now love     how do I feel alive          when you call to me from an exploding star               when you sing to me from the briny deep                  how am I supposed to hold onto you when I have nothing here I am allowed to keep                    

Because he was a vision in snow       
the carrier of my fears             he infected you with my reality          he melted you with my tears               he held out his hand as I looked for you             he was the last of my projections      this hologram I could not see through      the carrier of your rejection    

So I left you near the valley stream         I left you on the greenest hill              I left you in the hardest rain            I left you standing warm and still              I left you there in front of me           thinking I had been too kind        the guardian of all my dreams         a slow motion horror to unwind         now this torn frame is the only clue  of what I can never find         what does forgiveness have to do with me    when I am the one you left behind                      

Yes you were a picture in a book          nestled between a cranny and a nook             where I could close my eyes and see       but the library locked its doors        and I am prostrate on the floor       you do not belong to me           you do not belong to me


               

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