'i think of you, perfect.'

A caricature of silence, An air upon your skin, Lifting up your spirit, Compelling me within. Drifting in the warming, A sun bled heart i ride, Drawing on the moment, As i lay upon this tide, Turbulent but blissful, Seconds wait for days, Finding perfect uniform, In many different ways. A form upon this image, A raging, gaping void, That soon this journey will imbue, No more i am annoyed. Instead i am at peace, A breeze within my mind, Waiting in the prefecture, Which always is divine. The corridors of passion, A corpulent rejoice, A brilliant ovation, For the sweetness in your voice. i’m captured. Clinging to the sound, Flying fast in harmony, To know that i have found, The simple jubilation, That lies within your soul, It’s seems a shame however, That i will never know... What’s it’s really like to touch you, How it feels to be loved. By someone precious, just like you, This feeling is too much. An aging angst implores me, To make my move too soon, You’ll never notice me again, So once again, my shadows loom, Provide my eyes with anger, As i grip upon the air, Bleeding dry the spirit, You left there. i’ll remember you so perfect. Just there. i’ll hold you close forever. Just there. Bleeding dry the spirit, You left there. Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 10:33 PM PST, harry luck    0 • 10