A Flame of Life

Tempted and persuaded not to encounter the thing of life. Gifted and misunderstood, I stand beside myself wondering when or where will my dreams become reality. Trapped in a void of sunken morality, left away from social deceit. Ever questioning...was the future meant to regret. Or should I rise up from the ashes to live again? Shake this dander and wash this face of blind eyes. Thoughts of meandering illusions left distrought inside my mind. Awaken from the delusion of painfull scars. Lay to rest again my soul flies through colors of beliefs never stopping to regain conscienceness. Like driving through a tunnel of tears or becoming cut by a blade of grass swaying in the breeze. Kiss my wounds, please kiss my wounds. Lay to rest my unsettled heart. Sleep again, please sleep again. Dreams of mountainous trails, walking up the paths toward stones of grandure. The granite calls to my soul, stop and listen then gaze the great distance. My heart begins to fill with memorizing reflections of my youth and clues of childhood. Memorys of hallucinations and colors pass at increasing speeds. Close my eyes again to slow my thoughts. Countless miles I have traveled to witness this to capture this time inside my mind always ready to purge my soul. Turn those ears away from deafening arguments and quiet that stuttering heart. A lifetime waiting.  Alone I sit.  Quiet in the dark. Waiting for your flame to engulf my mind. Written December 21st, 2000 © on Apr 06 2002 09:18 AM PST, Christopher J. Mason   0 • 18