Whispering sounds
from your highrise in the sky
Not caring to know
whom hears
from within your throne of roses
You speak bittersweet octaves
and cash in on my ears
Basking in a throe of words
Giving me what I asked for
And leaving no time for hesitance
As you; my reoccuring dream
carries on.
A vacancy sign once held over
most of me
all of me
is now dim
For those I dont know
but once cared for
Have shot out the lights
In a holdup meant for an empire
but instead struck my deepest riches
and left me blank.
Slow to recover
Looking after what once was
and what could be
I walk along the sand's of past
and the shores of present
Dying for another shot
For this sensivity to re-emerge
To crush goliath
with a different sling
than where my heart lies
Gazing onto buried treasure
My hands bathe in words of gold
and I remember you; on your throne of roses
and your bittersweet octaves
Giving me the strength to endure
and cash in on what was
and what will be
A smile on my face
as I once again take my place
In my highrise
ignoring those that pass by
breathing in wisps of clouds
and uttering droplets made clear
drenching those that care to stay outside
bearing to the elements
Sheltered from disdain
Wont you leave your throne
to come outside with me
and dance in the rain?
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3 comments:
This one is truly bittersweet.
I was aiming for more the sweet than bitter :/
kind of like before I couldnt feel, but now I can kind of thing
Okay, I'm getting off my throne and coming to dance in the rain with you.
That was great! My poem to come. Stand by....
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