Downfall Of A Minute, poems unwritten Opções

[Cyren Gil-Luin]

Downfall of a Minute

"Something like wearing clouds around you
immerse in a dreamly blue sky color
surfing in the wind and on the breezes
you fall in the up part of the heavens

Smiling you laugh when you fly
so high to the very yellow king of all
your eyes light by it´s heat
the Lord is a yellow disc somewhere

And you close your eyes to see anyone
where you go, where you´ve been
what bird you´ve become to fly like this
you discover you have no wings

You fall and hit the ground
as you keeping going down like a rain
you feel the heat and the ease of pain
you smile again and close your eyes again

You peer the downside of Heavens
it will be your home now
red people dance around red flames
and you wish to dance as well

They look at you, and at you, and at you
there is no clouds made of dreams
the awakening makes you see all
and at all, you are not you, neiher other one

And there is snakes and serpents
no feathers or birds
the ground is a ocean you get through
an the Earth is awaiting you

How many hours you take to decide
if you are dead or alive
how many dances will you see
flames and shadows belongs you now

The hit is intense, dear
you feel every bone you forgot to feel
shake, break, explode and blow up
pain, disease and lonelless

Sometime you look up
seeking the reason o' all
every day you begin to forget
the yellow disc over your head

You smile, he smiles, everyone smiles
you don't cry your lost sight
there is no clouds below the Earth
where you can swim and laugh

And for a moment you sit in the hot rock
and feel the very cold wind pierce your arms
and in a glare, you seek the Yellow Lord up in the times
but you never find it, and with ease, you forget
the dream you awake and tie you now wear."



by Cyren Lahorre.

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[Tyamat]

great! U're a poet