The Romanticist

"Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love."

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Monday, February 27, 2006

A fading epiphany

I am not a man of in betweens
I am either here or there
I see the space behind the face
I know the beat upon thy heart
I see beyond your words and footsteps
I stand alone listening to the song of the leaves dancing in the wind
I vanish away
I fade into the gentle breeze
I fade into your eyes
I fade into the earth I tread upon
I fade into the distance
the distance I see in life
The distance of this earth stretches into infinity
And I can barely fathom it before it collapses...
back into the snap of the wind
the song of the birds
the smile in your face
It fades away.
The distance fades away.
Everything near fades into an oblivious sharp epiphany
I see the tree
I see the sky
I see the traffic
I see the movement
The constant change is static
And it stretches apart from me
My dying eyes its focal point
Time-place-circumstance-memory
and moment reign no more upon my soul.
Everything fades away from me, inside of me
This earth, this grey shadow of reality,
Fragile on the reflection of a teardrop
So various, so beautiful, so new
So static, so grey, so old.
A paradox within my eyes-
within my mind upon my soul.
Everything grey fades away from and into me.

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