~ Welcome ~

Words ~
The immortality of silent thoughts ~
Can they capture the essence of truth...
Or mere attempts of engraving life ~

Here I come as the dreamer
wakes to a world of unknown shore
like the sand
in between fingers of drifting sea
I wait for the call to bring those words

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

~: Redeemer :~

~ There is always a dark reason for more darkness. The very same darkness.. can also punch a hole through us, light up the dark all around us. ~

~ The beauty of your light.. transforms every cold night ~  


The icy wind made me turn around to look..
Where did you come from ?
I heard a bang..
The joy in your steps slammed three Winters behind you.

Somehow I forgot too..
what held up my mind
as your switched a new question to my eyes.
You steady eyes answered me.
They speak no regrets.

The honesty blazes through to furthest corner of room.
You said:
Everyone opened my heart is a rough diamond
polishing my eyes even it cuts.
Anyone tries to break me,
will not see a drop of blood.
The fear in me is dead.
I am not the image you see.. but the dark pool in your soul.

Hair on my back stood up.
I could not take my eyes off this dark pool in my soul.
The one God sent
to cleanse all that I couldn't see within

I have never felt anything as bright in my life, as this moment.
The world inside has turned.. reaching to be burnt.
By your living flame.

In you.
I will see all darkness that were mine..
before I slaughter them with my own hands..
and best of all..
neither of us will be afraid.

For that, we knew this is why we've came.
While fears eat all hidden secrets around us..
We slowly die one by one.
Slowly, but surely.
Dead.

So, speak up: you said.
While firmly you eyes grips mine..
I am ready to understand: said I..
As I walk out of the dark
I'd never look back.

Life of time.
To be unconstrained by eyes, by minds, by frames.
Staleness of this fomenting self cannot reach God..
but dying cells of love.

Foment me.
Be the force that breaks who I think I am.
let me portrait you a devil who tries to take my soul,
beneath my grips to God's feet.

So in the moment just before my rebirth.
I can see who I really am again.

With a purified heart,
knowing it's your arm..
that kept me alive.



                                                               ~ Lyric Dreamer ~ 18.Nov.2011

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