Copyright 2006 Chris Gillman.
...we have met before...
A Dream of White Night Falling...
Cale (continued):
This will be real and right and forward once again
And I will be here assuredly awaiting until then
And this then now arriving as these eyes striving
Just to see the next current beneath these wings I'll mend
One day this truth will be seen
No more being blind, no more the sight through screen
No filters, no flushed or emptied hopes on scene
The second loop has come around
This time it's time it's found
This dream unbound
If there was a truer way he could redeem
It would be only to fly in this white dream
Meer:
Images we see in a true search for power, on hour
Remeber the flowers, maybe just grass touching your feet
When you were striving to fly so high?
Can you see it was the time to walk so you could touch grass
Feel grass
Be one with the earth, it craved for you
It reached out into the sky to tear you away
So you could feel its fetid cry
Can you now breathe deep and reach inside to feel what it craved for
New needs, callings
The mourning of your wings, did it let you feel my pain, ours, theirs?
You, you
You told me
You wanted to lie next to me in the sands
And feel what I crave for, what was this strange need
Then you ran, afraid of powers you lost
Never open to the ones you gained
I ran from the day you left me under the tree
I lost its memory somewhere on the roads
Where I went looking for you, to see if you were truly gone...
Can't you see, maybe we failed
Maybe I wanted to show you me
But all you felt, you experienced was the loss of you
And I never truly saw you, felt you, had you
And you never truly found me
How alien worlds collide to explode into hybrid worlds
But maybe we just exploded, two separate beings
Too powerful to blend
Learning it comes with solitude and sorrow
Arrow
Tommorow
Chronicles of Meer and Cale
(co written by Medana)
Writings