whiskedaway247

Were you there that moment, that one single moment, when we were energy in motion? Were you there when, in that instant of sunlit eyes, we were nothing but liquid flight? Did you happen to hear, in that definate second, our prayers running on the pavement? And glass shattered? And tears ran? And time forgot? Were you there in moments such as these? Unforgettable and timeless moments, these woven in infinity.

And the sun went down. The heat of summer smoldered, while the waters turned to grey. The moments turned to memories, sparkling tears over the bay. And the bluejays all fell silent. They had no more songs to sing, so the trees went darker than ink. Leaves fell gentle in the drying wind, spots of sunshine I like to think. And these are the moments. These are dry and cold seconds, those without eternity but a flick. I forget the feeling that's numbing, it's like strings waiting for a pick.

We cannot just be here-                   aimless beings                   fluttering dust. We had to have been made-                   with purpose                   with plan. And since we must be made-                   we must be loved                   cherished and held. We can't be born without blood-                   or pain                   tears and suffering. We cannot just be.

Oh City, I can't understand You. Must you, like the great Rome, be rebuilt with fire and glory?       Your sirens sing their lullaby       to children       who dream of climbing       your silver towers- to be them above Time itself. Oh City, look at Your people. They sit, wrapped in fogless haze, dreaming with eyes to Heaven.       To them You are a shell       of the past       that will gather fine dust       like a bauble- forgotten on the shelf. Oh City, You are broken. Can You, beaten and blue as You are, rise from ash like the Phoenix?       Your children wait       for hope       frail and elu

Stratus sits on the valley, playing his harp and singing the songs of the wind. Altostratus rides the sunset, glowing in gold and collecting the sighs of those below. Cirrus runs along the skyline, blowing his horn and calling the hunt of the wind. Cumulus rises as king, demanding the sky and shaking the souls of those below.

I was never crazy, or mad, or plagued with fear. It was only the world I wanted. Only the world I wanted. I was not the evil, or madman, or villain without intent. It was only the power I wanted. Only the power I wanted. It was not a fire, or blaze, or inferno here. It was only a spark that I wanted. Only the spark I wanted. I was never crazy, or mad, or plagued with fear. It was only a tune I wanted to play. Only a tune I wanted to play.