The Storm Before The Quiet
A neon flash through the pouring rain
An arrow points to the falling sky
For the faceless man it’s all the same
No sarcasm was ever this dry
Landscapes painted in a graying chalk
On a steel branch owls sit and stare
Bare footprints quickly slip and balk
Little droplets drip from tangled hair
As the puddles grow and turn to pools
Makeup streaking leaves you naked
Head falls back to catch the jewels
Nighttime speaks in hushes sacred
You try to listen in to the storms wonder
But through the flying daggers… all you hear is thunder.
A soaked image falls against the door
A hand reaches in a warm embrace
Feels like we have been here once before
Sitting on the rug by the fireplace
The embers grow and begin to flame
Mirrored dreams sparkle on the river
Eyelashes drip melting rainbow rain
Daytime speaks in a secret whisper
You try to listen in to happy ever after
And through the sun-kissed glint… all you hear is laughter.
posted by jakeyology at 8:47 PM
6 Comments:
that laughter at the end gives me chills..
reminded me of this:
Unfortunate Coincidence
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
-Dorothy Parker
I wish I could share the tune I have going for this...
...great poetry always puts a tune in your head.
this is actually a song i wrote with a cousin of mine.
See, whaddya know...
a song? man- to what tune?
to a tune that abovementioned cousin of mine composed.
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