Night Shadows
~♥~
"Caressed by luminescence, rapped up in innocence, cozier than any humble nest or bed. A florescent escape from the thoughts in my head", he said.
And i'm not without approach, lips pressed to a roach.
And i admit those tears you see in me.
It helps me see what's hidden from me.
what's hiding from prying eyes like mine.
But it's fine now..everything's fine.
And through the cigarette haze, he goes day by day watching and waiting for someone like him.
Stray cat..with eyes to see that life can be anything you want it to be.
And if he wraps himself in mystery it's only because he's defenseless, and it's as close as he'll come to invisibility.
A little too close to the home he can't find, cause home is where the heart is, not the fragile mind.
But love can't come faster, is it much too soon?
So he keeps his eyes waiting..blood shot to the moon.
And she's his lover, he'll never need another cause he's clever, and he knows that loneliness grows on trees.
It shows itself on the faces he sees.
And the ever present melody of a world of melodies.
But he doesn't sweat the small things or the songs he can't sing.
His voice is his own, and he's learning to like it.
And his reflection, though stone, is going to make it cause he's alive and he's me.
And if one of these 23 prayers find their mark.
Maybe god isn't so far away when it's dark.
maybe light's just a figment of beauty and peace.
Giving comfort to a world that has trouble sleeping.
And keeping it's head up when things don't make sense.
florescent and proud; adolescent and loud
close the windows, the night shadows show which way the wind blows.
Alright here we go..
And he hates the way that people make small talk so small.
And every word is a gift and he cherishes them all.
And he hates how much he hurts in the day light.
And all he wants is someone who will share his night light with the moon.
Baby..come soon, come soon.
And keep me from apathy from certain catastrophe.
And God help him, he only wants love, but he doesn't really know when enough is enough.
And he's had enough, but all he knows is it's tough to keep his head up and keep breathing.
Eyes up; I see the moon.
Baby...come soon, come soon.
~♥~
- Peter (He Dreams of Sleep)
 cotton candi owl · Tue May 18, 2010 @ 09:49pm · 0 Comments |
