WHEN your face
appeared over my crumpled life
at first I understood
only the poverty of what I have.
Then its particular light
on woods, on rivers, on the sea,
became my beginning in the coloured world
in which I had not yet had my begninning.
I am so frightened, I am so frightened,
of the unexpected sunrise finishing,
of revelations
and tears and the excitement finishing.
I don't fight it, my love is this fear,
I nourish it who can nourish nothing,
love's slipshod watchman.
Monday, March 9, 2009
i need you tonight.....
sometimes i need this song to get me through. maybe to wallow a bit as she is wallowing in the deep recesses of unrequited love. listen. relate if you can. peace, tyler
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