Post by dirtgirl on Apr 8, 2002 10:34:26 GMT 10
I love you,
Even though I don’t know you.
But memories have caught me in a vice like grip,
Demons crush at my throat and channel their bile,
Towards you.
Me not listening,
Me too self absorbed in my own vortex of pain,
To render you succour,
Me denying you your natural justice,
Sorry.
Salty tears of shame,
My regrets falling at your feet.
I try to wipe away my sins and transgressions,
But you push me back hard into the dirt.
So I weep to the earth,
My tears form rivers and oceans,
Polluted water,
Carving ancient rocks,
Amongst the spinifex and under the glow of starlight.
I seek relief under the milky way.
You burn too bright,
Your intensity is like a thousand nuclear suns.
I looked towards you,
But I am blinded,
My skin torn asunder,
Exposing the x-ray of my rotten, broken soul.
My essence, my id,
Ravaged by the gangrenous, necrophagous growths of,
Shame, humiliation, lack of understanding and crushing loneliness.
A spiritual pariah.
But I see your healing life force,
My body and soul aches for the laying of your hands,
Your beautiful face of the future.
In the distance,
Across the Tibetan Plateau.
I try to reach for you,
Put I keep falling into crevasses.
I find I lack the strength to navigate the foothills and valleys.
Maybe I am not strong enough,
Not ready yet,
To make this journey.
Perhaps I never will be…<br>
So I stay here in this valley of darkness,
And look to the west and love you luminosity from afar.
Today I set out my prayer flags,
On top of the hill of my broken heart.
I watch them flutter in the breeze,
And know that your soul is free.
Sipping Lapsang Souchong tea,
I sit entranced,
Each mouthful a smoky, bitter reminder,
Of the wild fires of our unconstrained passions,
Which have sintered our love.
All that is left now is charnel ashes.
Today I set these free.
Facing the glowing horizon to the west,
I watch your soul fly away from me on the jet-stream.
The caress of the wind upon my face,
Will be my eternal reminder of you.
My love.
Even though I don’t know you.
But memories have caught me in a vice like grip,
Demons crush at my throat and channel their bile,
Towards you.
Me not listening,
Me too self absorbed in my own vortex of pain,
To render you succour,
Me denying you your natural justice,
Sorry.
Salty tears of shame,
My regrets falling at your feet.
I try to wipe away my sins and transgressions,
But you push me back hard into the dirt.
So I weep to the earth,
My tears form rivers and oceans,
Polluted water,
Carving ancient rocks,
Amongst the spinifex and under the glow of starlight.
I seek relief under the milky way.
You burn too bright,
Your intensity is like a thousand nuclear suns.
I looked towards you,
But I am blinded,
My skin torn asunder,
Exposing the x-ray of my rotten, broken soul.
My essence, my id,
Ravaged by the gangrenous, necrophagous growths of,
Shame, humiliation, lack of understanding and crushing loneliness.
A spiritual pariah.
But I see your healing life force,
My body and soul aches for the laying of your hands,
Your beautiful face of the future.
In the distance,
Across the Tibetan Plateau.
I try to reach for you,
Put I keep falling into crevasses.
I find I lack the strength to navigate the foothills and valleys.
Maybe I am not strong enough,
Not ready yet,
To make this journey.
Perhaps I never will be…<br>
So I stay here in this valley of darkness,
And look to the west and love you luminosity from afar.
Today I set out my prayer flags,
On top of the hill of my broken heart.
I watch them flutter in the breeze,
And know that your soul is free.
Sipping Lapsang Souchong tea,
I sit entranced,
Each mouthful a smoky, bitter reminder,
Of the wild fires of our unconstrained passions,
Which have sintered our love.
All that is left now is charnel ashes.
Today I set these free.
Facing the glowing horizon to the west,
I watch your soul fly away from me on the jet-stream.
The caress of the wind upon my face,
Will be my eternal reminder of you.
My love.