11-17-2012, 07:52 AM
I knew her. I knew her when we met.
She was the wild one.
I had never met her before , yet
it was as though my heart had flown
to pastures never
seen by human eyes before
I looked at her and
my poor soul disappeared
and wondered why
and rejoiced
in the single epitaph
that it was dying.
Death, I thought
now born anew
flowers grew
where the the thorns
had taken hold
and I was trying
to make some sense
of what must seem nonsense
in the eyes of this
tired old world, deeply
lost in the mystical eyes
of this entrancing girl
She was the wild one.
I had never met her before , yet
it was as though my heart had flown
to pastures never
seen by human eyes before
I looked at her and
my poor soul disappeared
and wondered why
and rejoiced
in the single epitaph
that it was dying.
Death, I thought
now born anew
flowers grew
where the the thorns
had taken hold
and I was trying
to make some sense
of what must seem nonsense
in the eyes of this
tired old world, deeply
lost in the mystical eyes
of this entrancing girl