Chapter 1 - The Spring Water
Submitted February 6, 2006 Updated February 6, 2006 Status Incomplete | A poem that I wrote out of pure inspiration
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Chapter 1 - The Spring Water
Chapter 1 - The Spring Water
The spring water is holding its breath,
The sea is out on the shore waiting for me to arrive,
I am trapped in the hours of time.
The night holds my hand as I walk alone in the streets,
There isn't any emotion
There isn't any to spare
And I walk alone in the night
There is no sound
As I walk around
Waiting for someone to carry me home
I hate to say no
But I must go to the night
He is waiting for me
I want to dive
Into the life
Of someone better off than me
Why are the tears full of joy and the water full of sand?
Why do they want to meet at eternity?
If you want to die
You won't get very far
In the great landscape of forever
How do you know whether they should go?
To the edge of the known earth
Every thing is flat when I walk in the grasp of the dark.
The edge of the light
Can give us hope
I want to see the clouds rolling by
Can you see the sounds of the translucent cry?
I want to meet the sky as it wanders past.
When will we last at the water side?
Till the ocean sweeps us aside you and I
I want to tell a secret love of mine
Can you hear the roar?
I want to dive to the bottom of the burning core.
In the end we will all be friend growing old together
Prejudice and hate gone with our youth
We cannot wait till the gardens grow in the South
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Orelin on February 8, 2006, 9:57:13 AM
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I really like it....and it's out of pure inspiration, meaning your mind must be very deep. I love your descriptions, they create a very vivd picture. Please write more.