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Sep 08, 2004 18:27

So i have broadband now.


Ever wonder what everyone is looking for?
Desperatley seeking the elusive formula for eternal happiness,
Yet never sure what it is you really want,
No-one knows what's best for them,
Never notice till it's too late,
That what you spent years searching for,
Has been yours all along.
In the mundane revel,
I know you never notice it,
But a beam of sun hitting a petal,
Can be the most beautiful thing in the world,
The smell of fresh grass,
The sound of the sea,
Iridescent in the morning's sun,
Mountains in the dew,
And the heather's purple hue,
So many scenes and conversations,
That i wish i could burn into my memory,
Hold on to them forever,
Never forget them,
Drag them up for a second or two,
Blend them into my memories with you.
Sometimes you never realise,
Because there are worries clouding your eyes,
That the simplest touch,
A single smile,
Can change your life.
Can evoke such a rush of emotion,
At the thought of ever losing this.
Of losing the taste of the air flood your lungs,
On a cold september morning,
With an icy sky and a winter sun,
When the leaves turn mesmerising,
And all of life is beautiful.
Spiders webs glistening in dew,
The smell of rain after a storm,
Which you think you could inhale forever,
And be happy,
To look up at the stars,
And see the pinpricks of diamond light,
Wondering at their grace,
The majesty of the night sky,
And a clear full moon on cloudless nights,
Could make you believe in anything,
Could make you love so hard,
That it makes your heart ache,
Make you think,
I never want to lose it,
Even the rush of a breeze on a summers eve,
That warms your face,
Like a giants soft breathe,
Carrying the scent of the honeysuckle with it.
Could you bear to let that go?
A stunningly unexpected sunset,
Mirrored in the ocean,
Creating two suns for a few precious minutes,
And you wish you could soak every dash of colour,
Deep inside,
And never forget the beauty of that moment.
So many moments,
So many flashes of wonder,
That carry you back to being a child again,
And marvelling at this world and it's haunting serenity,
If it's only looking at a flower,
Or a butterfly as it alightes on a blade of grass,
Sunning itself,
Flashing intricately designed wings,
A rush of amazement,
So quickly fades,
Just like the memories,
Flooding away,
Slipping away,
Like water from a sieve,
Dripping through the hands,
That so desperately grasp for them,
To bring them back and save them,
I don't know about you,
But i don't think,
That i could ever bear,
To lose them.
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