Monday, July 18, 2011

Pages of Me - July 18, 2011


 Pages of Me

I left you when the world seemed to play a melody of its own
To seek the brilliant lights of whom I wanted to be
Far below what I knew to be real, before all of my wishes
Turned yellow on all of these pages known as me

I drank in the faces underneath masks hiding their true natures
Saw cunning presume my waves rushed in naive
Expecting that I would never feel my heart breaking in two
When all of their darkness flew in, never to leave

Afraid I was not, as I firmly pressed on, soaring above the scent
Of ancient tears that fell on the horizon of night
Drowning themselves in all the final beauty that remained
Before faces changed and turned from the light

I saw broken mirrors holding a silence that quickly turned away
Before all its breath followed brokenness in kind
They were touched by fingertips seeking merely to listen
To endless space, silence creates in your mind

In the distance, sounds tried escaping the smiles of gypsy songs
As one and the same, they invaded their peace
With glorious riches that had stormed into stars of past
Remembering dreams that brought sorrow relief

I came back to you when I possessed the truth on my breath
Knowing I had parted from whom I wanted to be
Without you, all of those brilliant lights were not brighter
They had turned yellow on all these pages of me

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/08/2011