travu2
The Fly
Still settling, you rest in
the motions of an unseen energy,
a ripple in the clouds, shadowing
the daydreams that you have
etched in blue.
Did you wade through sleep just before
the delicate instruments twisted
that dark momentum,
shifting the only track
to the ones you loved?
To awake and feel
the unforgiving lines
in their real faces; they had drawn
their path,
and it was etched in blue.
The loss of sound.. the loss of silence..
And as you enter those tall islands
of glorious complexity,
the power they sent from above
only powers the need within us
to immerse your soul in love.
--
I hope this doesn't sound trite, especially to those who were directly involved; I guess this poem is my way of trying to find some peace and purpose in all of this chaos. My heart goes out to all of those who have suffered because of these horrible attacks today.
[This message has been edited by travu2 (edited 09-11-2001).]
the motions of an unseen energy,
a ripple in the clouds, shadowing
the daydreams that you have
etched in blue.
Did you wade through sleep just before
the delicate instruments twisted
that dark momentum,
shifting the only track
to the ones you loved?
To awake and feel
the unforgiving lines
in their real faces; they had drawn
their path,
and it was etched in blue.
The loss of sound.. the loss of silence..
And as you enter those tall islands
of glorious complexity,
the power they sent from above
only powers the need within us
to immerse your soul in love.
--
I hope this doesn't sound trite, especially to those who were directly involved; I guess this poem is my way of trying to find some peace and purpose in all of this chaos. My heart goes out to all of those who have suffered because of these horrible attacks today.
[This message has been edited by travu2 (edited 09-11-2001).]