Ramblings of the lovefilled mind.
Floating above the clouds,
Circled dreams, no rain within but out,
Twisted words scraped from the deepest thoughts of my tongue,
Is it art or is it lost.
The music fills the air, the water cascades down the glass,
Say it all or keep it wrapped inside,
hidden words, despite my many somber nights.
Above it all, or maybe in spite of it,
I dream of you, alone in my little sunlight corner of shaped hearts.
You always write with such wonderful emotion..
Wonderful piece, Liz.
That sounds very touching. Nice nice.
So many moods, tones and connotations shown, and emotions evoked from such a small poem..
HOW AMAZIN'.
eh................
Vogons shouldn't write poetry.
I kid ofcourse, the poem was lovely.
Now I'm just being internally inconsistent.
Hi, my name is Paroxysm and I'll be playing the role of the eternal contrarian.
Im sorry i find it hard to understand but then again i never get loved!