As of late the light's been low
and it's depart has made you glow,
as oceans burn against the dawn
your ember grows as day is gone
and brings to life the night anew
with dancing flame that flows for you.
Without a sun to show some fault
the dusk, your visage there exalts
with what little light remains of worth
to blend your face with sky and earth
and grace an image not yet of you,
but still a heart that mine love true.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Glow
Lying naked in my bed
I glimpse the face of war
then look back to stars
who aren't there anymore.
Golden light, peering in
doesn't see too far,
Night's been drinking heavily,
and left me with a scar.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Speak Easy
I have an image of you.
Pieced together times,
a post-modern jigsaw:
I'd like to think I know you.
Don't talk to be serious
but talk just for fun,
Speak of your dreams
and things that you've done.
We'll spend all our nights
away from our beds,
Speak at great lengths
and forget what was said.
To laugh and remind us
what's got to our heads.
There's more in your eye
than reflections of what you see
the image I hold of you
is too much a reflection of me.
Tell me who you are
and what you want to be.
I want to get to know you
I want your company
I want to get to know you
but, well,
you know me....
Pieced together times,
a post-modern jigsaw:
I'd like to think I know you.
Don't talk to be serious
but talk just for fun,
Speak of your dreams
and things that you've done.
We'll spend all our nights
away from our beds,
Speak at great lengths
and forget what was said.
To laugh and remind us
what's got to our heads.
There's more in your eye
than reflections of what you see
the image I hold of you
is too much a reflection of me.
Tell me who you are
and what you want to be.
I want to get to know you
I want your company
I want to get to know you
but, well,
you know me....
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Pollen
There's nothing quite like
an exquisite sense of loss,
A wonderful reminder
you are still alive.
- End Poem.
In time I hope to see
the shaded sands of all the world.
I'll steal a little of each kind,
all potential pearls.
Oh, the magic I will make,
with those tiny rocks,
They'll be such great communicates
I'll have no need to talk.
The sand will be my castle,
until I wash away.
Bits of me to carry,
bottled messages astray.
Drift into the sunset
and dark that knows no moon,
Drift without regret
'til I find I start to soon.
Pray for western winds
Pray to see the shore
Pray to drift alone again
Pray to drift no more.
Home.
Change in this Blog
So I haven't really been using this blog as a blog since I came back from Europe, so now I'm going to basically turn it into a place for me to post poetry and song lyrics that I'm working on. A big goal of mine is to become a good songwriter and poet, so any input (positive, negative or otherwise) is incredibly welcome. I know not that many people read this, but hey, who knows.
Love,
Garrett
Love,
Garrett
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