'Wings'
PostPosted: Mon Jun 28, 2004 6:29 pm
Well, my first time posting poetry...ugh...I hope you like. Mind you, I wrote it about 2 in the morning. But here it is.
"Wings" (aka 'Tai Arashi Lang Nova')
My eyes are like the fire,
From which my soul burns,
Disconsolate wreckage,
And the bleeding of hearts gone astray.
I fly amongst them all,
Illsayers, do-nayers,
And this is my alibie,
That yet can I fly.
My emotions rise at sight,
Wings pierced from within,
I'm a speckled dove,
Made imperfect by sin.
Take me higher, God!
I am falling low,
And this is my reasoning,
For here I must go.
I reach out to touch,
Something not there,
And this is despair,
That I've flown nowhere.
These wings do not help me.
I cannot get by.
Here I stand alone.
Alone 'til I die.
But there are people without wings,
Who sing of remorse,
My job is to help them,
Holding out my hand to one.
And, taking it, I did see,
In eyes of misery, strife,
Desertion, Betrayal destroying,
And this is the norm for her.
She asked me what t was like to fly.
I couldn't lie; she never tried,
And I showed her what lies within,
My lonliness, my sin.
She touched my wound and I felt,
Like nothing before, a pain within.
She'd seen my heart, corrupted,
Then, turning inside out, showed me hers.
'Give me your wings,
So I might fly.'
But it is lonely in the sky!
I know for there I;ve been.
'Yet such lies my sin,
That I cannot walk,
Flying, it seems, for me,
Impossible. Cannot be.'
But you never tried!
'Within me, I've died.'
I touched her back and felt,
Her wounds seeming to melt...
And seeing with fiery eyes,
A new love for skies,
I picked her up and we fly,
Together, not alone.
This is my alibie,
I will fly in the sky,
With love 'til we die,
For my name is Tai.
-Written for Tai
"Wings" (aka 'Tai Arashi Lang Nova')
My eyes are like the fire,
From which my soul burns,
Disconsolate wreckage,
And the bleeding of hearts gone astray.
I fly amongst them all,
Illsayers, do-nayers,
And this is my alibie,
That yet can I fly.
My emotions rise at sight,
Wings pierced from within,
I'm a speckled dove,
Made imperfect by sin.
Take me higher, God!
I am falling low,
And this is my reasoning,
For here I must go.
I reach out to touch,
Something not there,
And this is despair,
That I've flown nowhere.
These wings do not help me.
I cannot get by.
Here I stand alone.
Alone 'til I die.
But there are people without wings,
Who sing of remorse,
My job is to help them,
Holding out my hand to one.
And, taking it, I did see,
In eyes of misery, strife,
Desertion, Betrayal destroying,
And this is the norm for her.
She asked me what t was like to fly.
I couldn't lie; she never tried,
And I showed her what lies within,
My lonliness, my sin.
She touched my wound and I felt,
Like nothing before, a pain within.
She'd seen my heart, corrupted,
Then, turning inside out, showed me hers.
'Give me your wings,
So I might fly.'
But it is lonely in the sky!
I know for there I;ve been.
'Yet such lies my sin,
That I cannot walk,
Flying, it seems, for me,
Impossible. Cannot be.'
But you never tried!
'Within me, I've died.'
I touched her back and felt,
Her wounds seeming to melt...
And seeing with fiery eyes,
A new love for skies,
I picked her up and we fly,
Together, not alone.
This is my alibie,
I will fly in the sky,
With love 'til we die,
For my name is Tai.
-Written for Tai