My love is the still water


silence, whatever happened to the passion that violently exploded in my chest?
violins play the spell off, and again the ticking 123 of my heart, stops in awe of silence.


and then fragments of my mind, begin reconstruction, what a process!
only severe hurts can rebuild like this....as if there had been no Before The Bombs...
and no light fingers that once brushed across my lips with the carelessness of a man-soon-to-be-ghost.


what then, is this torrent? this chaos of un-love? where is my god, so that he can once again love me, and lay me down and still my heart for good?

what is this reality, which tastes so bitterly of nightmare,...what is this thing that cannot be turned into mere 'castles in the sky' like everything else?

water WATER! i thirst.

This post has been edited by valkyrie: Jul 15 2008, 08:56 PM