isolated_rain
08-24-06, 02:56 PM
This is out of a book a friend of mine have been working on... first part written by him.. response written by me
6AM
What sometimes would like to go unnoticed,
Becomes painfully obvious when light chooses;
Life finds a way
Silently watching, as if to not be involved,
Fate takes its course, but for the resistance
The transition is unnoticed
The stars are not mine to give you,
Though they fall so willingly from the sky;
I will engage the moment
Failing embers are a testimony to the will to be
Not unlike this early morning smile;
A gentle breeze and fire will again spring
A believer never doubts the heart or the years
For my eyes have endured years; to my pain,
Sympathy I have not for the lost
Cherished more, perhaps is wealth found and not taken
More at shared; a point in time thought left behind
Isolated, repressed; but not forgotten
my response
The eyes may not see but they never forget
It becomes blissfully obvious when they set upon it again
The transition is blinding and pure
Silent echoes of what once was fills thine ears;
Everything has its place even with the human struggle
We will engage in the moment as soon as it appears
The stars have cried in the absence of souls blended
We fell so quickly and yet parted in haste
Sympathy I have, for what we lost
A love never forgets the touch left upon ones soul
For our hearts have endured, years, without;
Isolated, repressed; but not forgetting
6AM
What sometimes would like to go unnoticed,
Becomes painfully obvious when light chooses;
Life finds a way
Silently watching, as if to not be involved,
Fate takes its course, but for the resistance
The transition is unnoticed
The stars are not mine to give you,
Though they fall so willingly from the sky;
I will engage the moment
Failing embers are a testimony to the will to be
Not unlike this early morning smile;
A gentle breeze and fire will again spring
A believer never doubts the heart or the years
For my eyes have endured years; to my pain,
Sympathy I have not for the lost
Cherished more, perhaps is wealth found and not taken
More at shared; a point in time thought left behind
Isolated, repressed; but not forgotten
my response
The eyes may not see but they never forget
It becomes blissfully obvious when they set upon it again
The transition is blinding and pure
Silent echoes of what once was fills thine ears;
Everything has its place even with the human struggle
We will engage in the moment as soon as it appears
The stars have cried in the absence of souls blended
We fell so quickly and yet parted in haste
Sympathy I have, for what we lost
A love never forgets the touch left upon ones soul
For our hearts have endured, years, without;
Isolated, repressed; but not forgetting