overState2004
10-08-2004, 11:07 PM
I think I did pretty well, considering most of my past poetry has been waltz-rythym gothy stuff.
The clouds, they dissipate
thie light of day
Away from a single source
precipitory array
The all too familiar city
Shrouded in the mystery
With beacons that you cannot see
The distance where you cannot be
A moment frayed, betrayed by the calling of your
Only true heart can feel
The grief we feel all to clear
The clearing where we start to hear
The meaning of our present fear
Of losing all we hold so dear,
Where do we go from here?
I had some music floating around between my ears when I thought this up.......wish I knew how to play guitar.
The clouds, they dissipate
thie light of day
Away from a single source
precipitory array
The all too familiar city
Shrouded in the mystery
With beacons that you cannot see
The distance where you cannot be
A moment frayed, betrayed by the calling of your
Only true heart can feel
The grief we feel all to clear
The clearing where we start to hear
The meaning of our present fear
Of losing all we hold so dear,
Where do we go from here?
I had some music floating around between my ears when I thought this up.......wish I knew how to play guitar.