I still
I lost my mind when I listened to the words of some songs. So much so that the emotions pour down through me. I shake in this trembling cry as the night falls to morning. If only there was a way to tell what is on my mind.
The words ripple thoroughly in the air, time sings. And I whisper my hope into your eyes. I dance in the soaring sky and I play a soft melody in the moonlight. Oh how I hoped that the way I am would be explained in the wind.
And as the day brings itself to light, I sigh another breath. Holding down the questions I have and the actions I command. Oh if you only knew the reasons. And yet I still find myself withdrawn to any other conclusion of life. I just keep holding myself up.
Knowing that life could be bitter and cold. Though I do not see it that way. I find the bumps in the road, welcoming because they show me just how humble I should be. Carrying away all the silly girlish notions of everlasting love between to imperfect people.
I have come a long way to note the changes that all of us go through. I have even seen the drastic reverse some have made to recognize one person. And with that I still hope for my moment. Perhaps many would call that childish but the dreamer in me remains positive. Clinging to the hope. I don't ever want to loose hope.
So sure one does give me reasons to keep going and others show me how to halt. And as I see the rocks turn to pebbles I realize that the mountains are not so overpowering anymore. The view from the valley is just as beautiful as the highest peak.
And yes I still dance in the soaring sky. I still play a soft melody in the moonlight. Whether anyone is listening, that is up to them. If they care to speak, by all means be vocal. I will not stop any echoes or whispers. Nor will gusts be halted before stone.
I still listen. I still cry. I still love. And if you want to be a part of me, you have to be these too. For I still trust. And I still live. Standing here breathing in gasps only because one word could either damage or heal. Which will you be, eh?
The words ripple thoroughly in the air, time sings. And I whisper my hope into your eyes. I dance in the soaring sky and I play a soft melody in the moonlight. Oh how I hoped that the way I am would be explained in the wind.
And as the day brings itself to light, I sigh another breath. Holding down the questions I have and the actions I command. Oh if you only knew the reasons. And yet I still find myself withdrawn to any other conclusion of life. I just keep holding myself up.
Knowing that life could be bitter and cold. Though I do not see it that way. I find the bumps in the road, welcoming because they show me just how humble I should be. Carrying away all the silly girlish notions of everlasting love between to imperfect people.
I have come a long way to note the changes that all of us go through. I have even seen the drastic reverse some have made to recognize one person. And with that I still hope for my moment. Perhaps many would call that childish but the dreamer in me remains positive. Clinging to the hope. I don't ever want to loose hope.
So sure one does give me reasons to keep going and others show me how to halt. And as I see the rocks turn to pebbles I realize that the mountains are not so overpowering anymore. The view from the valley is just as beautiful as the highest peak.
And yes I still dance in the soaring sky. I still play a soft melody in the moonlight. Whether anyone is listening, that is up to them. If they care to speak, by all means be vocal. I will not stop any echoes or whispers. Nor will gusts be halted before stone.
I still listen. I still cry. I still love. And if you want to be a part of me, you have to be these too. For I still trust. And I still live. Standing here breathing in gasps only because one word could either damage or heal. Which will you be, eh?
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