painting the world outside silver and green,
as I sit, watching the rain stream down
and the streets flood
like my heart
or my smile floods my face.
This silver beaten lullaby begs me to rest,
just one moment longer,
a solitary second of stolen relaxation,
swept away like the debris in the gutter,
as I hit replay for other people's dreams.
silver beads slide down, slowly, on telephone wires
and these things I am afraid of-
I will not admit or deny them,
but I will know what is there for me to remember.
It is only a thought that has been suppressed one million times prior
to the actual event of our invention,
but there is a hope for this love,
renewed by the thought of your eyes and attention.
I do not expect blue skies for a while now,
I dread that, secretly, deep in my heart,
that when the sun shines again,
I will still be sitting here,
waiting.
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ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axCT1a_M0lc&feature=channel_page
If you know hebrew you will recognize some references with in the lines.
i like it.
ReplyDeleteand for just a guy playing a piano the whole time, that's a pretty good video.
Yeah, but there is still so much symbolism in it. The sand engulfing everything, the passage of time. It's haunting, really.
ReplyDeleteya, i know. that's what makes it a good video despite it "just being a guy playing a piano the whole time". i was hoping you realized i meant on the surface thats what it looks like, but further it isn't.
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