Oct 08, 2007 13:33
You’re much like the sun in the way I see you, and by that I mean I shouldn’t look. The closer I get the more it burns. It can only explain why you’re the warmest person I know. Time has shaped you into a product of the golden scale. Forces of nature are on your side. I’m burning my eyes to catch a glimpse. You’re being eclipsed and it’s not fair. I remember when I took your glow for granted, those were cold days. Kissing you is like a temperate shock wave, I only wish I still knew how it felt like sometimes.
Like I said before, it’s not easy. Walking, running, sliding by just isn’t cutting it anymore. In keeping cuts in mind, all of mine keep opening up again. It’s hard to keep the blood from the floor. Running around chasing life living like a blur, that’s not you. I’ve seen a fire go out and it looks akin to your zeal. In my dream last night we danced, you were the sun and I was the summer cause and effect in motion, stagnant motion. Motion none the less. You were beautiful as usual. We were an analogy lesson gliding and swaying. I was in a trance brought on by you.
Dreams are an inherent view into the tapestry of our ever expanding web of life. Some get swept away in life and drown; others get caught up in dreams and fight to live.
Sink or swim, that’s your quandary, I’ll just keep spinning my web, my bou.
mari