Friday, August 31, 2007

Our Rhyme

Yellowing trees,
Hung with berries,
White pasteurs,
Caressing winter loos,
Throttle my dreams,but I still sleep.
With Death on my side,at crossroads now,
I walk Saintless Street.

And then I come back to  you.
They said it wasn't true.
I believed their religion then,
But am an atheist now for you.
And across the lightyears of time,
I see now,
How perfectly we rhymed.
If only you died.
I see you like I never tried,
I believe you like I lied.
Pray for you like I have to hide.
It comes like a runaway bride.
If only you died.

Climbing tilt ladders,
Fixing spotlights,
For the choir to sing,
Black curtains rise
Under glaring neon lights,I fall asleep.
With Death on my side,at crossroads now,
I walk Saintless Street.

And then I come back to  you.
They said it wasn't true.
I believed their religion then,
But am an atheist now for you.
And across the lightyears of time,
I see now,
How perfectly we rhymed.
If only you died.
I see you like I never tried,
I believe you,I lied.
Pray for you like I have to hide.
It comes like a runaway bride.

And the rain comes down,in brilliant drops,
Bare your skin,to the wise dollops.
Dont let the wisps of heaven's addiction,
Flee to anyone else's sky.
Come,old friend,
Let us get wet together tonight.

Lets get drenched in the words unspoken,
Let the morn wait,keep the moon hidden,
Let me breathe for you under this aerial sea,
Wont you come,can't you hear me?

Let us get wet together tonight...
In more rain a million galaxies can hide,
In the bloom of a  fiery spring tide,
Come to the old times.














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