"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured, With your brightness, And the words you whispered to me, Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain. Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Within Myself
Dark and quiet, my thoughts surround me
Like a warm blanket, I bury within myself
Only a few can understand this feeling
The reason why my words don't come
And if we could hold on to time, we would
Seek the security that no one provides
Life, unpredictable and cruel, brings bad with good
What will we cling to when we are the pillars of strength?
I am held by that deep feeling of quiet
Have you been embraced by it?
If I close my eyes, I feel I can see them
The tears, frozen on cold cheeks
Did I know during that unexpected moment
That went against everything in my being
I would become a new person in the end
That the spontaneity would make me constant?
I become captivated by my own memories
By the sound of the waves at the ocean
Or the voice of a friend, or the summer breeze
Trivial things add up to so much nostalgia
By saying 'important', I meant 'a milestone'
Which, of course, you know
Words and feelings affect me, so does being alone
But no one knows that, do they?
-Argentia Krystofel
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