Treasure Island

kite remedy

(30 - 04 - 1989 / Kediri)

! Moon!


I only fly to carve a scar,
to mark your name on moon's surface,
this pain herein my heart so marred,
comes from a love I can't retrace

oh fleeting thought, your face within,
casts me in awe of foul dismay,
a lost puzzle in burgundy,
false reality in portray

the distant moon which seems to cry
in our precious 'valse de la lune',
when only for you so stain I,
the tender countenance of the moon

as these heavy wings soar sn high,
shape the moon face into yours
as sharp as blades that these wings are,
tainting the sky with my remorse

your only face I save in mind,
yet hold me in cold and decay,
you leave your trace along with stars,
behind the eclipstical play

from then on I begin to hate,
the way the moon shines more than you,
from then on I dream to impale,
the light the moon cast upon you

Submitted: Thursday, October 22, 2009

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  • Lady Grace (10/22/2009 10:48:00 PM)

    the moon shines on us
    from the distance
    the world looks blue and green
    our smiles from our sweet lips
    says the song...a sad refrain... (Report) Reply

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