Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Ballad of The Night
do not ever try
to say hello to high and dry.
just listen to the silence of the night.
let the wind whisper it
do not fear the darkness.
it’s just about mr. moon’s laziness.
when the cold gets up your nose,
come and lean on me close
do not let the misery
pollute our cherished night. like chemistry,
life is mystery
and it’s also temporary
do not stop our sailing,
or long for the morning
since the light of your eyes crossing
above the rim of the glass you’re holding
prevents the stars from sparkling
the season won’t ever be cracking
if the fireflies stop flaming.
that’s how—for each other—we’re caring,
daring, loving, and cherishing.
it won’t be that long.
tired cricket’s song
sounding like a gong
tells us to be strong
when we’re getting old,
I’ll be a hand to hold,
promise you can easily ford.
when we leave this strangling world,
we’ll be a story to be told
Nov 2, 2009
to say hello to high and dry.
just listen to the silence of the night.
let the wind whisper it
do not fear the darkness.
it’s just about mr. moon’s laziness.
when the cold gets up your nose,
come and lean on me close
do not let the misery
pollute our cherished night. like chemistry,
life is mystery
and it’s also temporary
do not stop our sailing,
or long for the morning
since the light of your eyes crossing
above the rim of the glass you’re holding
prevents the stars from sparkling
the season won’t ever be cracking
if the fireflies stop flaming.
that’s how—for each other—we’re caring,
daring, loving, and cherishing.
it won’t be that long.
tired cricket’s song
sounding like a gong
tells us to be strong
when we’re getting old,
I’ll be a hand to hold,
promise you can easily ford.
when we leave this strangling world,
we’ll be a story to be told
Nov 2, 2009
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