When you run at me with careless speed
And fling your arms about my neck
The world melts and I am lost to you
Your head on my shoulder, a soft apocalypse
Displaces time, distorts perception
I am so happy I cannot smile
I cannot smile or I will weep for weeks
I never knew the chasm was there
Until you held my hand and we stood at its edge
I want to die now, before the fall
To live forever or cease to be
While the image of perfection illuminates my soul
Just read this again, and I get more form it with each reading. It is a beautiful poem.
It is beautiful, Simon, intimate and penetrating to life's real meanings. Gorgeous line: 'a soft apocalypse displaces time'.
<Deleted User> (7164)
Sat 27th Mar 2010 13:50
yes i can see a painting too.
It's like a Rembrandt - timeless in quality and moments of perfection.
Janet.x
Noticed this earlier on f/b - it's a lovely study - does it make sense if I say it has the quality of a painting about it? - not sure that it does .... perhaps 'evokes'? Anyway - I know what I mean!
Cx
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Andy N
Mon 29th Mar 2010 08:13
bet this took you a bit to write... it is one of those pieces where the slightness displays the hint that this was much harder work than people may originally think. first rate,m8