Open Poetry #38 |
Aria, Malleable Shell |
IntoTheRain Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 51Westwood, CA |
sort of a song i wrote for some friends.. the premise of it is largely taken from a poem i wrote in high school.. The only sound we have As if by fingers wound All around me and I cant seem to bend The light from her eyes Like a thousand golden arrows Burning all the ways At rest in the darkness Her hands sought me For a hammers caress To christen a malleable shell Her voice searching For time, lost by the windowsill Aria, from the sea Like hands without arms They help you To the end without beginning I think I should have let you know The crack in the picture frame Spilled colors, with no shape There are answers At the bottom of the silence I wanted to let you know The light is only ever An absence of form Her hands sought me For a hammers caress To christen a malleable shell Her voice searching For time, lost by the windowsill Aria, from the sea Like hands without arms They help you To the end without beginning I wanted to let you know The light you loved.. |
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