And he wished he saw it how it was
Poem by Jon Owen, free form:
And he saw it how it was with clear eyes,
She was there and it was right,
The sky was above him and it was clear as well,
He stood in a perfect ballance,
Wind through his ears perfectly,
They all sounded like the angels of heaven's chior,
He knew it was right and good but she didnt,
She needed time and he needed her,
But he was willing t do it,
He may have just been in love with the romance of it all,
But this felt different, it felt good and he wasnt trying,
All the lonley nights are worth the wait,
Knowing you will be on the other side,
All the endless days are worth the constant wait,
Knowing the choir will play once again,
He can hear them now as he waits,
Wind passing perfectly through his computer fans seranading him,
He write but not with as much lustre as before,
The inspiration is faded now,
It doesnt matter though for it will come back,
The choir wouldnt lie to him about it all,
He feels no emotion because he is overcome by bliss,
He imagines heaven as it must be,
In a constant state of bliss ans suspended animation,
Everywere you want to be with everyone there,
The snow capped town in his dreams,
He visits it more often now in these times and the choir plays there,
He would listen to them for hours,
There ambient tone cascading out of there mouths,
The flow through the air on angelic wings,
Brining sweet melodies to his ears,
It reminds him of her and everything,
It was for so small a time but so large an effect,
He stairs into her eyes and sees the future,
It all feels right,
The sun is shining over the hills and gilistens off the ocean,
Bliss, shear bliss is all he can think of,
A crafter of words cut down speachless,
Only a few words able,
"Sunshine, Me, You...Bliss"
And he saw it how it was with clear eyes,
She was there and it was right,
The sky was above him and it was clear as well,
He stood in a perfect ballance,
Wind through his ears perfectly,
They all sounded like the angels of heaven's chior,
He knew it was right and good but she didnt,
She needed time and he needed her,
But he was willing t do it,
He may have just been in love with the romance of it all,
But this felt different, it felt good and he wasnt trying,
All the lonley nights are worth the wait,
Knowing you will be on the other side,
All the endless days are worth the constant wait,
Knowing the choir will play once again,
He can hear them now as he waits,
Wind passing perfectly through his computer fans seranading him,
He write but not with as much lustre as before,
The inspiration is faded now,
It doesnt matter though for it will come back,
The choir wouldnt lie to him about it all,
He feels no emotion because he is overcome by bliss,
He imagines heaven as it must be,
In a constant state of bliss ans suspended animation,
Everywere you want to be with everyone there,
The snow capped town in his dreams,
He visits it more often now in these times and the choir plays there,
He would listen to them for hours,
There ambient tone cascading out of there mouths,
The flow through the air on angelic wings,
Brining sweet melodies to his ears,
It reminds him of her and everything,
It was for so small a time but so large an effect,
He stairs into her eyes and sees the future,
It all feels right,
The sun is shining over the hills and gilistens off the ocean,
Bliss, shear bliss is all he can think of,
A crafter of words cut down speachless,
Only a few words able,
"Sunshine, Me, You...Bliss"