Something I wrote tonight...
with his head burning like an August moon,
with eyes that can't stop leaking,
simmering in a long absent goodbye,
I pray that he forgives my noisy parade
in all that just is and hurrying on,
that probably always may change into,
with one watery surface beckoning
and the other
acting both magnanimous and brief,
I pray all is not negative
and that all is more than just a memory.
I pray that infinity is continuing
long after the ship has sunk
and the wrecked sailor fades into sea.
I pray that the meaning of insignificance,
warranted troubles and errors of slow indeed,
will not kill the thrill of having died for,
nor send me a bill I will not pay for.
I am no more.
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Written on 2008-01-28 at 22:37
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I pray
I pray that the little round fellowwith his head burning like an August moon,
with eyes that can't stop leaking,
simmering in a long absent goodbye,
I pray that he forgives my noisy parade
in all that just is and hurrying on,
that probably always may change into,
with one watery surface beckoning
and the other
acting both magnanimous and brief,
I pray all is not negative
and that all is more than just a memory.
I pray that infinity is continuing
long after the ship has sunk
and the wrecked sailor fades into sea.
I pray that the meaning of insignificance,
warranted troubles and errors of slow indeed,
will not kill the thrill of having died for,
nor send me a bill I will not pay for.
I am no more.
Words by Bob
Read 639 times
Written on 2008-01-28 at 22:37
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