06-02-2014, 12:37 AM
Solitary
Ah, I'm lost in solitary confines;
my body stationary, but mind defined.
I steal my solace from distress.
Casting free this suit of flesh,
I encounter alter-consciousness.
Tiny atoms whisper rhymes of
merry play and ringing chimes.
I'm bent across the sill of possibility;
floating aimlessly and free.
Time now, my friend, not foe:
I clutch it to my heart to make it so,
with force of fury bent upon my soul and mind.
Sweet dreams, where urgent passions show
two faces of this confine grow;
lighting distant paths to know,
a wealth of visions, paths aglow.
A myriad of dreams engage
and float upon a crystal sea;
as does the swan so gracefully
leave behind his traces aimlessly.
As I, in solitary confines
float with open curiosity.
I leave behind my traces aimlessly
for some poor fool to follow me.
Original version (Lost to solitary confines)
Ah, lost to solitary confines.
My body stationary,
but mind defined.
I steal my solace from distress
and earthly limits, with joy reject.
Casting free this shell of flesh
I encounter my alter-universe.
Tiny atoms whisper rhymes
of merry play and singing chimes.
Memory: the spirits whisper,
is stolen destiny prophesied
long ago. A withered finger points
a way I do not know;
winding roads to wend
to slip and bend.
Then rugged mountains
white with snow to climb, I'm
bent across the sill of possibility
floating aimlessly nd free
Time now m friend, not woe,
and that I clutch it to my heart
to make it so, with force of fury
bent upon my soul and mind;
the glory if it be, I seek to find.
Sweet dreams where urgent passions know
love sought in every face aglow;
two faces of this confine grow
which cast bot shades of loneliness
and excitement,
lighting paths to know
that destiny which beckons me.
A myriad o dreams engage
and float upon a crystal sea
as does the swan so gracefully
leave behine his traces aimlessly.
As I, lost in solitary confines
float with open curiosity
I leave behind my traces aimlessly
for some poor fool to follow me.
Ah, I'm lost in solitary confines;
my body stationary, but mind defined.
I steal my solace from distress.
Casting free this suit of flesh,
I encounter alter-consciousness.
Tiny atoms whisper rhymes of
merry play and ringing chimes.
I'm bent across the sill of possibility;
floating aimlessly and free.
Time now, my friend, not foe:
I clutch it to my heart to make it so,
with force of fury bent upon my soul and mind.
Sweet dreams, where urgent passions show
two faces of this confine grow;
lighting distant paths to know,
a wealth of visions, paths aglow.
A myriad of dreams engage
and float upon a crystal sea;
as does the swan so gracefully
leave behind his traces aimlessly.
As I, in solitary confines
float with open curiosity.
I leave behind my traces aimlessly
for some poor fool to follow me.
Original version (Lost to solitary confines)
Ah, lost to solitary confines.
My body stationary,
but mind defined.
I steal my solace from distress
and earthly limits, with joy reject.
Casting free this shell of flesh
I encounter my alter-universe.
Tiny atoms whisper rhymes
of merry play and singing chimes.
Memory: the spirits whisper,
is stolen destiny prophesied
long ago. A withered finger points
a way I do not know;
winding roads to wend
to slip and bend.
Then rugged mountains
white with snow to climb, I'm
bent across the sill of possibility
floating aimlessly nd free
Time now m friend, not woe,
and that I clutch it to my heart
to make it so, with force of fury
bent upon my soul and mind;
the glory if it be, I seek to find.
Sweet dreams where urgent passions know
love sought in every face aglow;
two faces of this confine grow
which cast bot shades of loneliness
and excitement,
lighting paths to know
that destiny which beckons me.
A myriad o dreams engage
and float upon a crystal sea
as does the swan so gracefully
leave behine his traces aimlessly.
As I, lost in solitary confines
float with open curiosity
I leave behind my traces aimlessly
for some poor fool to follow me.