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I think we are in heaven
You waltz on my symphonies;
You cradle in my lyrics;
Your vision is wrapped around my eyes,
around what they see
and yet it is I who stumbles and falls.
I move over to his shoulder,
and whisper
“I think I will be rich”
and I see myself collecting feathers
of a beautiful bird in my arms.
In my eyes, there are dreams
woven into threads of glass
of beautiful trees;
of colourful fountains;
of stereotypical “starry-nights”.
Yet I sit alone buried under notions of reality
and ask myself
“Why do you see things that never were,
that never will be…?”
I think I remember too much
of what is yet to fall
and I am thinking of falling into your arms
hoping you would catch me.
So would you..?
I can hear your profound silence
while I kneel before you
and I can feel your wrath;
and I shall not even reason;
and you shall not forgive.
I cannot turn around
and give you my word
but know that I love you
with every ounce of breath within me
So would you await my fall,
and catch me
just before I am crushed to pieces?

17 October 2007