This is the only time I will ask something like this, but please listen to the song on the side while you read. It will mean very, very much to me. Please.
PS: IF YOU DON'T LISTEN WHILE READING AT THE SAME TIME I WILL HAUNT YOU FOREVER.
[ encore - 5: ] finale
when you truly l i s t e n
[ sit back and close your eyes ]
to something
anything
a sort of strange
nothing
comes over you
and it is as though a swift wind has come
rippling from beyond the known world, thrusting
forth with all the darkness and light of
a thousand years,
no destination in mind
except your heart.
Harken! Harken! Harken to the call
of the beyond! The birds spoke not this morning;
they sang, and in their song I heard the voice of
it.
Strange beauty,
why do you enchant me so? What is it
that you would take from me? Tell me,
tell me now and I shall give it to you -
anything, everything, or even nothing at all...
How strange this moon is - red as blood,
pure as the eyes of all those who know.
I could spend a thousand years and not
be able to paint your eyes. Not at all.
Though by the end of it I may have learned
something - just a little thing - that would bring me
just a step closer
to understanding why.
Perhaps there is no why, after all.
They sit in their labratories with their
theories and hypotheses and they would
dissect the world if they could
- you know they would -
tearing away at its folds and carving their names
into its soul as though that meant possession,
as though possession meant anything at all to
it.
Strange beauty,
will you not let me go? Will you keep me
here, soft and safe within your embrace,
far from the harsh truths and weathering toils
of reality? I would give a thousand breaths
just to steal one of yours - with a kiss -
so that perhaps you might understand
how it feels when I am with you.
A part of you, I think,
or at least I hope, is forever inscribed
like a scar in my veins.
And I cannot see a day in sight
when I would wish to paint you away,
spreading masses of wine-dark blood
in your place, smearing it so that it might
hide my tears just for a little while. Stay,
beauty; will you stay? Just for a little while?
Sit, and listen; and I will sing to you of beyond,
of ethereal lifetimes where time was only a myth
and life, only a ne'erending road full of indomitable
fires and possibilities glittering like the Silver Sea
beneath the lands of the setting sun.
In the city -
in my city - it is silent at night. Only the stars breathe
life into that gossamer veil of blackness, and even they
are afraid - ever-so-afraid - of breaking it, of breaking
some age-old promise of light where only shadows shine.
Strange beauty,
will you stay with me? Stay a while and
let me breathe with you, walk with you,
sing with you until all the tears of the world
are gone and naught is left but softness
and light and colors of blinding pathos that
cling to us, and cling to all the way morning
dew cling to morning leaves - always.
And I would spend a thousand years with you,
if you let me.
We could write a finale and shout - harken!
The Finale of Time has come! Then the heralds
of my city would all sound their glistening trumpets
and all the caverns of old would ring with the joy
of our love, their love, and all the world would rise
and know that the time is now and their wait is over and
none of their pain and suffering have been for naught.
The City will listen - you know they would -
and if The City listens, why not then The World?
Strange beauty,
will you risk your beauty for me?
let me be the one to
a/n:
for the final round of "encore" by _dissonance aka rigor_samsa.
so...um...i think she just gave me first place.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
