dolorous interludes.

asleep on the sunbeam (and no longer dreaming).

An ardent lover, someone once called me. But what good is it if these red flagged fanaticisms only lead me to chase dreams meant for the broken hearted, leaving myself more brutally scarred than ever? It is all good perhaps, if I were to pursue lofty ones that could possibly materialize, transforming amorphous mist loops into a ready loving heart in my palm; but here I am, running after those that lead me nowhere, like a ship sailing towards the never -ending horizon before finally reaching a darkened dead end (but one never sees and therefore never knows, so often they say). So I pack my bags once more, resolving never to star gaze nor chase these elusive rainbows; que sera sera, whatever will be will be.

Turn down the lights
Turn down the bed
Turn down these voices
inside my head

Lay down with me
Tell me no lies
Just hold me close,
don't patronize

Don't patronize me

Cause I can't make you love me
if you don't
You can't make your heart feel
something it won't
Here in the dark
in these final hours
I will lay down my heart
And I'll feel the power
but you won't
No, you won't
Cause I can't make you love me
if you don't

I'll close my eyes
then I won't see
the love you don't feel
when you're holding me

Morning will come
and I'll do what's right
just give me till then
to give up this fight
and I will give up this fight

posted by voyeur @ 2/15/2005 11:30:00 PM