dolorous interludes.

Soul Satellite.

And tonight, the wind carried with it a very soft but familiar tune that stirred her senses, one from behind the rustic steely gates where the garden lay.

You called me after midnight,
must have been three years since we last spoke.
I slowly tried to bring back,
the image of your face from the memories so old.
I tried so hard to follow,
but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong,
said "I don't know what I can save you from."

I asked you to come over, and within half an hour,
you were at my door.
I had never really known you,
but I realized that the one you were before,
had changed into somebody for whom
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on.
Still I don't know what I can save you from.

i never quite needed to call on you; you knew my heartache from a distance. my secret garden you'll always be, a place where i've always known myself best, and where the sweetest scented roses brought me comfort; my magic carpet you'll always be, transporting me to another world, one i could only dream of, but just for awhile.

posted by voyeur @ 8/02/2005 01:43:00 AM