Static

The rain forms jewels on my window pane
and makes symbols out of flowers,
The sun bleeds to turn pearls to rubies,
as minutes turn to hours.
So fickle time, to hold the steerage of my course,
yet drown me in its quickest sands,
last thoughts stand to reason are without reason,
as the two go hand-in-hand.
These thoughts that time should heal,
do nothing to allay.
The echoing fears that came,
with all the words you say.
That fear I have for some words past
seems to lay to reason.
For I have no thoughts but that thought,
is as transient as the season.
So immersed am I in the distorted set,
that freezes against the glass,
So lost am I in enamoured arms,
I forget that its in the past.

But everytime long claims at sleep,
they loosen their honeyed grip,
To let loose me from the drunken state,
from when i drank you in in sips.
Every frayed memory of nose to nose,
arms embraced and tongues intwined.
Ache my heart against waking,
and set its beat against my mind.
I pray that if I'm dreaming
that I would never wake.
Or that if I be waking,
that I would never leave that state.
For Time and heartache I bought a glimpse,
at what life in love could be
And yet cruelly fleeting, transient,
have the stars deigned it to be.
So swift of course, so dazzling.
that it has left me stunned.
So I stand here stolid, motionless,
as the horizon swallows the sun.

I have been standing here forever,
I have lived my life in night,
For eyes have no need in my skull,
when memory governs sight.
I recall romantic gestures,
of wishes made and missed.
That I cared too much for their success,
built regret that I had wished.
So angry pounds my poisoned heart,
fired by defeat.
That you have made it a hollow drum, for the rain to make its beat.

So I would say I'm empty,
as lost lovers often do,
But to say this with hand-on-heart,
is anything but true.
I thought it best for so long,
to stay my heart from temperament,
Taught myself to not have hope,
so I'd know no disappointment.
Then you came towards me,
but doples made me doubt.
That I was something it wouldn't be best,
for you to go without.
I thought these things of fairytales,
of gold and blue and red and green.
But what then to do when beauty calls,
in a land I thought it had not been.
So make this mockery of my fall,
for rising is my habit.
Though I can drown in times fast sands,
yet love can never have it.

Reflected gaze, I see myself,
and a sunset I've seen before.
Have I been stood here to fill my due?
Have I been stood here more?
Time makes a fool once more of me,
as fresh tears augment the dew.
From glassy eyes these tears spring forth,
for they see only you.
So frozen still here I will be,
when the sun it takes its rise.
And just as glassy will its reflection be
when it creeps into my eyes.
I may have been here for a day,
and I will be here evermore,
In a life full of uncertainty,
of this I can be sure.