the tourist
Blue Crack Addict
- Joined
- Dec 25, 2003
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the world was beautiful
so calm, through the eye of the storm,
morning light appearing
after the coldest of winter nights during these times of darkness;
the decay was evident, bent round the glossy slip and slide of a flower-vase turned into a wine-jar.
skewed and lengthened, fattened and twisted.
the clarity in the center beating crimson like a heartbeat,
skinny-skipping through the caffeine glue of midnight madness, awakened by the dripping of cold sweat from saline dreams.
and by the table the wilting flowers fall silent to the floor, water cascading after them,
broken glass
cuts up your slippered feet as you wander through your waking dream,
but the world was beautiful and you knew it.
the past mistakes that everyone makes fade from view as oceans blue collect sand for pleasure.
buried treasure, dusty and uncovered,
the world behind the eyes of green
with reflected blue.
without perfection; darkened; distant; and set apart.
to be beautiful separately.
so calm, through the eye of the storm,
morning light appearing
after the coldest of winter nights during these times of darkness;
the decay was evident, bent round the glossy slip and slide of a flower-vase turned into a wine-jar.
skewed and lengthened, fattened and twisted.
the clarity in the center beating crimson like a heartbeat,
skinny-skipping through the caffeine glue of midnight madness, awakened by the dripping of cold sweat from saline dreams.
and by the table the wilting flowers fall silent to the floor, water cascading after them,
broken glass
cuts up your slippered feet as you wander through your waking dream,
but the world was beautiful and you knew it.
the past mistakes that everyone makes fade from view as oceans blue collect sand for pleasure.
buried treasure, dusty and uncovered,
the world behind the eyes of green
with reflected blue.
without perfection; darkened; distant; and set apart.
to be beautiful separately.