Message to the Wind
Loving you would put me past redemption -
Shunning you may bring my soul to damnation -
So why is it, that I yearn for your touch -
As the Moon loves the Sun - ever so much?
Wanting you would drown me deep in desire -
Spurning you would leave me with naught to admire -
So why is it that I crave the sight of your lips -
That I dream of the day we will finally kiss?
Touching you would take me to a new depth of Hell -
Yet by turning away, I might as well -
Cut off my limbs or my beating heart -
The place where emotions and feelings don't part.
Give me a reason to become a blasphemer -
Give me courage to become such a sinner -
Take my hand; Tell me where I must go -
So that my soul, peace, can finally know.
Or tell me, then, that there can be no peace -
But do it quickly, for I need my release -
Tell me now, while my mind is intact -
Before I think that your words are more than an act...
Craving you would bring me to great ruin -
Yet, the thought of not seeing you sets my anger thus brewing -
Why is it that your words should be poison -
That they should tear at my being with sweet erosion.
Each syllable is like wondrous respite -
In a world where people seek only to smite -
Here among hatred and chaos I found -
The person who makes banality seem so profound.
Yes, loving you, wanting you, craving you might -
Put my heart and my soul into realms of delight.
Yet spurning, shunning you, and turning away -
Might be the smarter thing to do anyway.
So here I sit, so alone at the dawn -
Wondering if Fate has made me her dark pawn -
Wondering how far I am willing to go -
To decide if I will - as always - go against the flow.
My Reason is shattered - the blade in division -
My Logic is broken - I am Indecision -
All I have left, to protect from the fight -
Is meaningless Doubt which has lost all its might.
As the birds awaken and take to the sky -
I cannot help wishing that I, also, could fly -
I long for the wind to soothe this flame in my chest -
Only to recall that the wind is your crest.
Would you hurt me? Would you make this flame in me worse?
If you stoke this lust - the desperation will burst.
If the wind would become your hands and your lips -
You may just drive me to heavenly bliss.
How cruel you are - oh masterful wind -
To drive me - to play me - at naught but your whim.
Or is it much more? Is it more than a mood?
Is it serious, then - should I, thus, now brood?
Should I want to reach up, to want you for Me?
Should I expect the wind to pause just for me?
How selfish - how ignorant is that ridiculous thought -
Then again, I did curse the Gods, did I not?
Wasn't I just thinking of breaking with Fate?
Of crushing her - overpowering her with my hate?
How ironic that my world so quickly starts falling -
How frightening the thought that I might answer your calling.
How simple and tempting to just close my eyes -
To cover my ears, to hear not the lies -
The foul, sweet words of my too-honest heart -
With these sinful feelings I know I must part.
So tell me, then - how do I go on?
How do I breathe if I hear not your beautiful song?
How do I know how to take my next step -
Knowing your voice will haunt me while I am awake?
Here I sit, past the crack of the sorrowful dawn -
With a smile that's weary and terribly drawn -
Writing a message full of fool's blind hope -
Praying that someone will toss me a lifeline, a rope.
Will you leave me - alone sitting here?
Broken and shattered - holding back bitter tears?
Tears that, in reality, will never be shed -
For this battle is - and must always - remain in my head.
Shunning you may bring my soul to damnation -
So why is it, that I yearn for your touch -
As the Moon loves the Sun - ever so much?
Wanting you would drown me deep in desire -
Spurning you would leave me with naught to admire -
So why is it that I crave the sight of your lips -
That I dream of the day we will finally kiss?
Touching you would take me to a new depth of Hell -
Yet by turning away, I might as well -
Cut off my limbs or my beating heart -
The place where emotions and feelings don't part.
Give me a reason to become a blasphemer -
Give me courage to become such a sinner -
Take my hand; Tell me where I must go -
So that my soul, peace, can finally know.
Or tell me, then, that there can be no peace -
But do it quickly, for I need my release -
Tell me now, while my mind is intact -
Before I think that your words are more than an act...
Craving you would bring me to great ruin -
Yet, the thought of not seeing you sets my anger thus brewing -
Why is it that your words should be poison -
That they should tear at my being with sweet erosion.
Each syllable is like wondrous respite -
In a world where people seek only to smite -
Here among hatred and chaos I found -
The person who makes banality seem so profound.
Yes, loving you, wanting you, craving you might -
Put my heart and my soul into realms of delight.
Yet spurning, shunning you, and turning away -
Might be the smarter thing to do anyway.
So here I sit, so alone at the dawn -
Wondering if Fate has made me her dark pawn -
Wondering how far I am willing to go -
To decide if I will - as always - go against the flow.
My Reason is shattered - the blade in division -
My Logic is broken - I am Indecision -
All I have left, to protect from the fight -
Is meaningless Doubt which has lost all its might.
As the birds awaken and take to the sky -
I cannot help wishing that I, also, could fly -
I long for the wind to soothe this flame in my chest -
Only to recall that the wind is your crest.
Would you hurt me? Would you make this flame in me worse?
If you stoke this lust - the desperation will burst.
If the wind would become your hands and your lips -
You may just drive me to heavenly bliss.
How cruel you are - oh masterful wind -
To drive me - to play me - at naught but your whim.
Or is it much more? Is it more than a mood?
Is it serious, then - should I, thus, now brood?
Should I want to reach up, to want you for Me?
Should I expect the wind to pause just for me?
How selfish - how ignorant is that ridiculous thought -
Then again, I did curse the Gods, did I not?
Wasn't I just thinking of breaking with Fate?
Of crushing her - overpowering her with my hate?
How ironic that my world so quickly starts falling -
How frightening the thought that I might answer your calling.
How simple and tempting to just close my eyes -
To cover my ears, to hear not the lies -
The foul, sweet words of my too-honest heart -
With these sinful feelings I know I must part.
So tell me, then - how do I go on?
How do I breathe if I hear not your beautiful song?
How do I know how to take my next step -
Knowing your voice will haunt me while I am awake?
Here I sit, past the crack of the sorrowful dawn -
With a smile that's weary and terribly drawn -
Writing a message full of fool's blind hope -
Praying that someone will toss me a lifeline, a rope.
Will you leave me - alone sitting here?
Broken and shattered - holding back bitter tears?
Tears that, in reality, will never be shed -
For this battle is - and must always - remain in my head.