|14-07-2004, 07:00 AM||#1|
Join Date: Jun 2004
I ask thee, moon, who shines at night,
“Why dost thou show a stolen light?
Why must thou hide behind the clouds
And creep behind the misty shrouds?”
Thou hast a light that is not thine:
A void of warmth, a shade of shine.
Thou look’st upon the whole of earth:
What dost thou care of gloom or mirth?
I see within thy dark exchange
An emptiness that cannot change;
As full and bright thou art this eve,
No other light could mourn or grieve.
The stars are gone from where I lay,
And still thou art the one to stay.
I see thy face in sad despair,
As one thy face would feelings share.
But never have I seen thee cry;
No tears are witnessed in the sky.
The clouds, they hide thy painful drops
But leave when once the sadness stops.
Why art thou paler than a ghost,
Still with a loneliness to boast?
Dost thou the clearest sky still haunt?
Dost thou thy stolen gift still want?
Does age remake a lover’s lull –
An emptiness that was, now full?
Or does it leave without a tear,
Forever darkness e’er to fear?
Is that the reason thou hast light?
Thy own was taken in the night?
And now thou art my only friend,
For now I feel a similar end.
"I like refried beans. That's why I want to try fried beans, because maybe they're just as good, and we're just wasting time." - Mitch Hedberg (1968-2005)
"Football is about if you want to run and fight for each other, if you really want to play that killer ball." - Robin van Persie, Arsenal FC
|Currently Active Users Viewing This Thread: 1 (0 members and 1 guests)|