I don't want to look at you.
The clouds rush in to shelter me
With hand on my heart
Wanting to be special;
Your eyes show me the way,
I am gushing at the wonder
Tamyka Bell
Please, don't make me.
I can't.
If I look,
Then I see
All that is, was and is to be,
All that cannot be
And me.
From the sun that I love.
They cry for my sorrow
But it washes away hope
And I cannot find you in this grey;
My beacon in the distance
To guide me home.
I see you now
And I have never felt more alone.
I feel the beating
That brought the reason back.
The seasons change,
The tides rise, and
Despite all the beauty,
I still feel the pain...
Or maybe that's because of the beauty...
Or maybe that is the beauty.
Earning my right to shine.
I'm ready to look now...
I gasp.
For never has there been such a creature
That I could reach out and touch.
If I could make you stay now,
Would I?
I'd rather watch you fly.
The hope,
The dreams,
The visions,
The faith,
Eternity.
And serenity,
And I weep for blindness
And the tenuous cling to life.
For this world we've created
Is not immortal,
But angels never die.
02 September, 2004
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