"All this gravity it causes my tears to fall,
You said the wrong thing, when you said nothing at all.
You cannot see tommorow when you're lost in today,
But your eyes are never blind to the bliss of yesterday,
You remember that.

We were dancing with shoe laces untied,
But the morning brings mercy, you softly sigh.

Don't worry about me, dear; not that you were,
Sometimes your eyes whisper that, your heart, it does care.
Are they flaunting their love right in front of my eyes?
Or is that just how it seems since those long goodbyes?
Do you remember that?

We were dancing with shoe laces untied,
But tommorow brings mercy, you softly sigh.

I simply cannot comprehend the way that I feel,
So I just sit so still and wait for all this time to heal.
I don't want to want you, but I want you anyway,
And even if you did ask, I'd say I was Ok.
Please, remember that.

We were dancing with shoe laces untied,
But tommorow brings mercy, you softly sigh.

Yes, we were dancing, just dancing, with shoe laces untied,
So we were bound to fall, however hard we tried,
From the depths of love, you simply cannot hide,
And you must have forgoten to tell me that you secretly lied,
Now I've emptied the ocean with the tears that I've cried,
No there's nothing more painful than a reluctant goodbye.
But the morning brings mercy, you softly sigh."


Tune.x

ps. ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Night.x

So, I want to say something. But I haven't the physical (or emotional) energy to articulate it myself. At least not as eloquently as I would wish to. So, as I have done before, I'll steal somebody else's words. This song just makes me feel peaceful in my emotions. It's so true that we, as humans, love to dwell. It's frustrating and quite moronic, but we do, and I certainly do. So, I guess this is me dwelling, virtually, because I just want to. So there. Yes.

'Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation,
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination,
Silently the senses abandon their defences,
Helpless to resist the notes I write,
For I compose the music of the night.

Slowly, gently night unfurls it's splendour,
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender,
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light,
And listen to the music of the night.

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams,
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before,
Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar,
And you live as you've never lived before.

Softly, deftly music shall caress you,
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you,
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the music of the night.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication,
Touch me, trust, savour each sensation,
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in,
To the power of the music that I write,
The power of the music of the night,

You alone can make my song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night.'

Wow.Wow.Wow.
I'll just get lost in this, because someone seems to have forgotten something...

They say Love is friendship set on fire, so, of course, you could quite easily get burned.
But the magic, the deep orange glow of this fire is so beautiful you cannot help but reach out and touch it.
The enchantment of that moment in the fire will always be worth the scar.

For the tiniest moment...

I am miles away from you;
I can see you right there,
When I close my eyes it isn't true,
But open wide it isn't fair.
They told me that the sunshine
May glow upon my path,
But living on that lifeline
Leaves a burning aftermath.
Tommorow seems too far away
To be the answered prayer,
And when you're lost in yesterday,
Today just does not care.
I fill my lungs reluctantly,
Tell myself to simply smile,
I think I want their sympathy,
But it only lasts a while.
I dance in a fresh energy
And wonder how I could,
I think I'm losing memory,
Maybe I never understood.
I wonder if I dreamt this,
Maybe it all isn't true;
Could you still be the sweet bliss?
Could the answer still be you?
Or are the people right?
Should I believe what they say?
Or hold on to that last night,
And know that we will be Ok?
You're words are on a loop,
Lulling me to sleep,
They're begging me to stoop
To a slow and silent creep
Towards you, to forgive you,
To say it's all just fine,
To hold you and ask: Who
Said that you could not be mine?
And all this is just a moment
Of thought flowing through my heart,
From the look that you just sent,
That tore my peace apart.
But how can I be peaceful
When I must close my eyes to see?
I begin to become hopeful,
Then it all comes back to me.
You could be just happy,
Amongst this whisper, this star,
And though it sweetly hurts me,
I really hope you are.


Ch-chin up.

It's not fair to write a song to a woman, no. Because a woman takes a song into her heart...

"And for the youth, quick, let us strip for him
The thyrus, that his watching eyes may swim
Into forgetfulness; and, for the sage,
Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage
War on his temples. Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of commen things.
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine -
Unweave the rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade."
Keats: Lamia, L225-238

I wanted to make a point of which I have been pondering, passionately, of late and this extract was simply perfect. In it's simplicity: Love deciphered is Love destroyed.

How enchanting?