She Was Born In May

She was born in May...
She was so easy to believe, 
From one’s eyes open to another’s

Nothing separating the space between. 
N o  W i n d o w s . . .   

Through all the reminiscent steps to the corridor 
Removed by the silent fears
To the darkest void of me…
Flourishing unsoundly 
To a stream of unwanted tears...

(All I want is to feel desired 
And to love as much as you love)

From one’s eyes open to another’s
Renewing the light in our path 

To another’s eyes wide shut...
(Accepting her life in my hands)

It never felt more real;

With all the passion running through our veins;
I'd rather it go on…
Than the insignificance to kill me.

With all the passion running through our veins;
I’d rather it turn gray
Than to see the life fading in her eyes…

S h e   W a s   B o r n   I n   M a y 

... 

And I will tell you when you’re wrong
YOU ARE WRONG...
Let heaven embrace you;

The trees so barren in the fall
Winter is all you can see...

But you were never with me
Never in my arms

Because I was never healthy… 

... 

Pull the curtains back like one single moment of light
In the hall of darkness…

No need to worry now, it was just a dream.
But still you feel the same as you would
Empty of the thoughts like the difference was not…

Ever going to change the way you see...  

Me…

...

So afraid of rejection 
So afraid of getting hurt
Afraid of the reality… 

If you choose to stay, the path you’re on.
These emotions will never stop. 

All my envy 
All my need to let them go… 

So afraid of rejection 
So afraid of getting hurt

You were never with me...
Never in my arms...

Alec Wildey
THE CRYPTIC ALTARS © 2012

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