From: Left Crimson | Posted: 2/23/2002 7:17:33 AM | Message Detail
Sat, at the edge of a rust colored cliff,
facing a vast array of landscape,
I watch as leaves fall.
The leaves flutter to the ground.
They swing and sway, as their soft, brown frames
cover the ground, soon to disappear.
The background's getting noisy,
the sky is roaring with commotion.
Look up into it.
The blue hues, messy and unarranged,
with splashes of uncolor, known as white
are scattered onto the canvas known as heaven.
But there.
Look over there to yonder.
Scars... scars on heaven's demeanor
colored with a crimson pen,
a wound too deep to repair soon,
and too far to touch,
lazily hung amongst the stars.
The stars remind me of the moles on your face,
much like beauty spots placed in the heavens,
now few, yet resonating with a warmth only comparable to the sun.
The crimson aurora begins to flow much like time,
unbending even to the mighty, even to the Gods.
They flow through space, at peace,
like a freeform, undefined soul destined for something within reach.
It, the crimson soul,
longs to touch the soft, pale green grass of the Earth,
dancing with the midnight orchestra of the wind's whisper,
the owl's hoots,
and the crickets unwavering drumming.
The roaring, the accidental symphony,
and my heart beating masks all sound,
my ears hiding under a soft cloak of hair.
Yet, for some odd reason,
there is still faint flickering song somewhere in the distance.
Noticeable, but discrete, it was familiar.
I check the explosions in the backdrop,
and see something wrong with the picture.
There was only a siren's song, and none else.
The source of this enchanting,
and strangely beckoning song was unbeknownst
to even the deepest reaches of this entity I call myself.
Then, something catches my eye.
There is a small light at the corner of the twisted horizon,
no longer lateral, but a curve,
much like the smile so rarely seen.
Everything is falling apart, as am I.
The light grows ever stronger,
yet an inevitable fate is held in high regard.
The sky will be split into two,
the Earth will be torn apart like what used to be a heart,
now cold and hibernating, waiting for warmth to thaw its lonely nights.
There is no better feeling,
than to have it clasped in your clawed hands,
ever so graceful and filled with care of the purest kind.
With the warmth of light you shine,
a lantern as we trudge past eternity�s end,
a clairvoyant path leading to one another,
like a set of frames, continuous and everlasting.
But take a look at the sky,
and hear the ripping sound, all around.
The God's must hate me tonight,
because their blessing has yet to come.
I told them I would prove them wrong,
and wait forever, and I will, still,
even if there is no tomorrow to wait a little more,
a little longer.
There is no tomorrow for this world that I lay my head on.
But.. there is a tomorrow for you, my shooting star.
And instead of wishing on you, I wish for you.
Instead of wanting something from you,
I am wanting you, my shooting star,
racing high above me, too high above me.
And even though you may be beyond my reach,
who knows?
I may get my wish.
I wish on you, and I wish for you.
And as night falls, I lie awake,
and stare into the heaven's above,
waiting, watching.
I see more than I desire.
As the crimson soul approaches,
still just a blister in the infinity of space,
the tough-as-nails bedrock, the foundation of the earth,
begins to shake and stumble.
I feel uneasy,
as the object begins to take form
as it enters the Earth atmosphere
as a dark reddish-brown sphere of flames and liquefied rock.
Clouds desipate, burning, disappearing.
The Earth's shade is slowly replenished, however,
but instead of blue puffs of vapor,
vast clouds of smoke cover the sky,
just as my head, shrouded, and confused.
There is only one thing clear,
and that is my unparalleled wanting for our happiness.
But now, it seems as if that not only is this world ending,
but also mine.
The ice caps melt.
Could this mean my heart will melt as well?
Trees are toppled,
falling to the ground with a loud thud.
Could this be my dreams failing?
Everything, and anything
tells me things I do not want to hear.
I tilt my head slightly, close my eyes,
and flash a small smile.
I end another life alone, but I don't care...
As long as I end the last one with you.
Then... impact.
Death's cold fingertips finally touch the ground.
And then, with a bright flash that would disgrace the sun,
nothing is left standing
as the force of the explosion annihilates everything in sight.
I too, disappear.
My arms burn to a firey crisp.
No longer will I be able to hold you.
My legs are broken.
I can no longer be with you.
My eyes are blinded by the light.
I will no longer see my muse.
My ears are deafened by the loud bang.
Your sweet voice will be just a memory.
My heart stops beating, as it lays in a bloody heap.
But... I can still feel.
How?
I thought I'd be dead by now.
Then, with a weak ringing beside me I awaken,
to see myself lying on my bed, sweating.
It's just another dream.
Another.. haunting dream.
But how true, the things I felt, and didn't.
And though some might think I should be used to this by now,
I think that I would cry just a little...
just to have you... here with me.
I look to my left, and see something under my pillow.
I reach for it, and find my cellphone.
I hold it up to my face,
trying to see what was written as I rub my eyes, and dab my dry lips.
I blink several times, trying to clear my vision.
Looking at the yellow-green screen, I see the words I long to hear.
"I love you...", with a smile.
I close my eyes, and go back to sleep,
wishing that when I wake up,
I would be beside you, and everything was just a dream.