On Worth (1/22/06)

[moonwick]

You stand out on some great god-forsaken ledge,
silencing wind and storm with those eyes of yours,
those eyes that stopped the stubborn flow of time itself
on that bold night in the dark.
As they met mine and burned into me,
I forgot what it was I wanted to say.
Who are you to capture me so?
I want to be angry and forget, but instead I'm genuinely curious.
Yes, on the contrary, I stammer out apologies
and recycle my thoughts of you,
like nature recycles the four seasons,
like a record recycles its songs.
I wish to keep my distance, sir,
but alas! you are the flame and I am the moth.
My wings will melt like those of poor Icarus
if ever I get too close to that light.
And yet, I wonder...
what is the opinion of he whose wings were made of wax?
Was it worth it to melt? to fall? to drown?
After all, he nearly touched heaven.

[werewolf85]

i like this one, on how it's kind of reminded me of christianity.

[moonwick]

Really? How so (besides the obvious words "god-forsaken" and "heaven")? Please, do tell. I find that interesting. I love to hear how different people interpret things differently.

[werewolf85]

how the wings of wax getting close the the sun and them melting away like once getting close to God and then failing and then falling hard to the ground because when you have the faith that God put those wings and then your thoughts start sayign they're not real and then, everything slips away. i don't know if that will make anysence what i just said.

[moonwick]

Yeah, I understand. Hmm, that's interesting, I never thought of it that way. I was thinking more of hope....how if you get your hopes up too high, you fall harder. But what you said makes a lot of sense. I could see how that would play into faith as well, and trust.