freedom
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The Love guides the beloved.
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Dec 7 07:17 UTC 1999 |
Slowly twisting, turning, grasping,
for the light I need ,
that light I cannot see,
illuminate my darkness,
breathe into me.
You were watching,
when I died,
as I wait for my next step,
to be my last.
Sitting, rocking, waiting,
my mind gone majnoon,
I know this broken love,
has to end all too soon.
In your eyes i fall,
yet in your hands I rise,
I can't do this forever,
as you cut me down to size.
The light will find me,
with or without you,
and I will become distant,
like you always knew.
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orinoco
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response 5 of 6:
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Dec 20 04:54 UTC 1999 |
Oh, you aren't entirely new then. That's what I get for reading the new items
out of sequence. Just ignore the greeting you'll see in a few more items,
then.....
Re#2: The rhyme between "cannot see" and "into me" sort of had me prepared
for the part where it starts rhyming consistantly, so I guess for me the
change wasn't as jarring. But I agree with flem that the first half feels
less forced.
What does "majnoon" mean?
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