Losing isn't always a bad thing…
Unnerving.
More than
the clock’s ticking,
on this silent night.
Its words…
…those cold words…
…your words
Like a recorded song,
being played
over and over.
Robbed my hope,
of ever hearing
your heart beat.
- Rasui Akira
written on March 10, 2007 - 1:29 AM
Lay me on a distant land,
where groves bear fruits of the sun,
and the heavens whisper words,
sweet as the morning’s dew.
Lay me while the waters scurry.
Let it tickle my weary hand
as I play with it,
like strings of a guitar.
Lay me as If I was a feather,
falling from an angel’s wing.
Slowly taking down,
Then resting on earth’s arms.
Let me lay on the paradise,
My illusions created.
For reality seems so foreign.
So please console me,
and lay me down.
- Rasui Akira
written on March 3, 2007 - 8:30 AM
