. at night ... fireflies sparkle ... and one poet ... who is the absolutely magical speck of light ... that only a spectacular speck can be ... shines ... and when two quiet flutter by s ... all the way in india ... far away ... glow in the dark ... in the after glow of the firefly ... then the sun doesn't matter ... stars don't mean a thing ... all that is precious ... is the peck of the speck ... on the dark forehead ... of a desolate destiny ... giving it the love ... of a blessing ... and a prayer ... you are a maestro, coach ... you are the perfect firefly ... shooting through the dark ... blessing us with light that is enough ... for two lives ... and their lifetime ... needless to add, this is the most amazing poem ever ... if inifinities are running out of time ... it's a crime ... and you ... well, you are always right ...
To conspire against time...that in itself makes this poem for me...
If I jump over the horizon
Shall you come with me
To attend the funeral of time?
We'll drown the universe in a teaspoon
It never mattered that much anyhow
We're from a different space and time
Tell me, what is the difference
Between finity and infinity
A nosegay of forget-me-nots
For your sunrise thoughts
A complete circle with a journey of the eye imbetween. I've read this many times, tried to find fault... but to be honest, it is flawless. I think it should be a commentary to Starry Night by Van Gogh. I know that's a terrible arty flarty thing to say, but it's true.
- at night - hearts glow - left wandering in yesterday's embrace - there's a song that plays - a familiar song - that sways - on its own time - but not in time with the night wind - and not in tune with - the sun's untamed vision - but at night - the symphony - of a poet's quiet humming - makes two eyes - soar in flourishing skies - some nights - nothing changes - and - everything falls in place -
- you, mister - are a master - i know i have said it before - and i'm gonna say it till i'm hoarse - plus (stealing from you, for you) - serah's always right and profound!! -
. at night ... fireflies sparkle ... and one poet ... who is the absolutely magical speck of light ... that only a spectacular speck can be ... shines ... and when two quiet flutter by s ... all the way in india ... far away ... glow in the dark ... in the after glow of the firefly ... then the sun doesn't matter ... stars don't mean a thing ... all that is precious ... is the peck of the speck ... on the dark forehead ... of a desolate destiny ... giving it the love ... of a blessing ... and a prayer ... you are a maestro, coach ... you are the perfect firefly ... shooting through the dark ... blessing us with light that is enough ... for two lives ... and their lifetime ... needless to add, this is the most amazing poem ever ... if inifinities are running out of time ... it's a crime ... and you ... well, you are always right ...