I am watching the soft sounds of the hourglass
From the pinch of the horizon,
The trickling of feathered sand;
It's stormy promises, stormy seas
Between my maturing fingers.
I cannot sea the difference
Between the balcony of metal and of stone,
The azure sky still welcomes me
In its cotton arms,
(and to me, the churches look the same)
The sand is a snake sleeping in my palms,
It's venom subdued, its passion
Weakened against the hills' broken arrows,
The salt that stung; now honey
That falls from the eternal sunrise.
The clouds are gone.















Comments
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"The mind is in control, it insists that I remain in the West. It will have to be silenced if I expect it to end as I always wanted to."
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MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *ahem* thats a nervous disorder
Succumb to the link!
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The last verse reveals the nudity of the meaning of the sky to us with a dumbfouding conciseness: a genial work!
Keep struggling uphill
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"I am a silhouette of the person wandering in my dreams"
Mark Jansen
"Sing what you can't say
Forget what you can't play"
Tuomas Holopainen
"I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish!"
Serj Tankian
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