Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Fur of the Bear

in deep cold eyes we stare
laid out naked and bare
these reasons cannot be
ever likened so you see

this world so typical
you stare to escape
ever deeper you fall
watch it play on tape

colored here are the moments
you're ever seeking to lament
not so easy to please
everything everyone sees

when it is too much to take on
laugh deeply until the dawn
run fast without breathing
everything we want is gone

beyond your warm comfort
grows that of your close consort
it isn't childish to continue to dream
we ride until we cross the seam

tears won't break from dry eyes
songs won't be sung with lies
you're just a child in waiting
we're just children wondering

I'm the child staring blind
as the sun rises each dawn
everything laid out and bare
it shines, and into it we stare