Monday, June 7, 2010
Sparks
Standing at the hem,
waiting for the last gleam:
Of hope and dream.
the mind treads slowly,
the subconscious knows.
It could all be over,
but for the last spark, the last spark owes!
Void fills the room...
Day and night not mind knows!
Sounds die out...
Heartbeat explodes!
Words choked in...
There are shrieks within!
Could be the air...
Do bones feel a thing?
The wheel rolls...
Images, pictures there are:
the new and the old,
a thousand stories untold!
People and the ghost!
The last wish;
Words betray, the heart beats.
I do not pray, He already knows.
It happens;
It happens in a moment,
the moment is unknown.
A spark... a spark is all, it is,
Was there, now it's gone!
Pictures, sounds there are again...
Was it all a dream?
A spark ... ahh a spark is all, there ever is,
that is all He speaks,
that is all we feel.
waiting for the last gleam:
Of hope and dream.
the mind treads slowly,
the subconscious knows.
It could all be over,
but for the last spark, the last spark owes!
Void fills the room...
Day and night not mind knows!
Sounds die out...
Heartbeat explodes!
Words choked in...
There are shrieks within!
Could be the air...
Do bones feel a thing?
The wheel rolls...
Images, pictures there are:
the new and the old,
a thousand stories untold!
People and the ghost!
The last wish;
Words betray, the heart beats.
I do not pray, He already knows.
It happens;
It happens in a moment,
the moment is unknown.
A spark... a spark is all, it is,
Was there, now it's gone!
Pictures, sounds there are again...
Was it all a dream?
A spark ... ahh a spark is all, there ever is,
that is all He speaks,
that is all we feel.
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