Post by moonwick on Jan 27, 2007 21:51:06 GMT -5
And all I see are pieces,
a little here or there,
of something vast and glowing.
My god, I truly care.
I tiptoe past the warnings,
my heart out on a limb,
and hope it's worth the danger
to venture after him.
It's midnight and I'm eager,
too bad I'm far away.
The light is sliding liquid,
and so much left to say.
Life travels through the moonbeams
and finds me on the floor,
a fool with eyes of longing.
I can't fly anymore.
But still my soul is floating,
and wonders where to go.
He'll find me if he wishes;
that's all I need to know.
a little here or there,
of something vast and glowing.
My god, I truly care.
I tiptoe past the warnings,
my heart out on a limb,
and hope it's worth the danger
to venture after him.
It's midnight and I'm eager,
too bad I'm far away.
The light is sliding liquid,
and so much left to say.
Life travels through the moonbeams
and finds me on the floor,
a fool with eyes of longing.
I can't fly anymore.
But still my soul is floating,
and wonders where to go.
He'll find me if he wishes;
that's all I need to know.