~EasyRivers' Setting Sun~

Affairs of a Senseless Heart

sarangstones — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 16:42:46 +0000

Soft
was the way his silky full lips, guiding across my mouth , still smell
as the blood beneath my skin moved rhythmically to the erratic beating of his heart.

Sweet
Was the way his gentle hands surrounding me, still feel
as he slid them down the length of my back and around the small of my waist.

Silent
Was how amicably innocent the whispers of his disabling obsession of unwavering admiration still taste
as they echoed off the black curtain of every night.

Beautiful
Was how amazingly angelic his body still sound
as he held ever so lightly to a soul, forever wrapped tightly within his arms.

Fresh
Was just how deliciously mouth watering the scent of his clone still appears
as it lingering just above my eyes.

Even after all these cold and lonely years
Somehow this void and senseless heart of mine
Will forever long to be haunted by the very essences of
every touch, taste, sound, sight and smell that is his faded soul.

Standing in Dawns Early Morning Light

sarangstones — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 06:42:41 +0000

One day I found myself standing in dawns early morning light
With this strange eerie pace that everything was going to be alright

As, miles back down the road, every now and again
I watched the memories of my past swaying in the wind

And yet the dusted road that lied behind me
Looked like a strange foreign woven tapestry

And had I turned back to revisit the insanity of those days
I’d a gotten lost some where back down memories lonely lanes

Trapped between a faded future and a uncertain past
The road ahead appeared to be covered with thick frosted glass

Oh how much easier things would be for me
If I could ever go back and rewrite history

At least I’d know which apples had worms
And which rights would lead to silly wrong turns

Yet, I know, and I must admit, that I do actually realize
That, mistakes can only be seen through hindsight eyes

And I wonder to my self, am I somehow
Make a mistake, as I wait here even now?

Maybe I’ve already wasted too much time
Maybe, I just like letting these hours gradually past by

It puts more distance between him and me
It put more spaces between them and we

All those silly ppromise and faded dreams
All those hopeless nights and broken wings

Yes, a think, if I can, I’d like to stay here and rest just for little while
And try to gain more strength before I decide to go for that extra mile

And although my wings are healed from the time I spent with my head in the clouds
And my legs ache no more from walking the tight ropes for those circus clowns.

I think I just stand hear in the warmth of dawn’s early morning light
And pretend for just once that everything was always all right.

Days like this

sarangstones — Mon, 12 May 2008 10:38:42 +0000

Oh so soft the mischievous light
That rises to erases my night
The peace and quietness of final being alone
Seems so peculiar now that I’m back at home

For I still hear the softness of your drowsing talking
And the quietness of your morning walking
But here in my bed I long to stay
To keep my sheets forever curled up the same way
To relive the sweet memories of the past
Hoping that those haunting feelings will last

Your smell, your arms, your hands, your hair
Your voice traveling softly though the air
Your body that fits so perfectly next to mine
Your reaches to silence the alarm clock chime

Your stare I feel with unopened eyes.
Your breath that moistens the nap of my neck
Your hands hovering lightly on my chest, perhaps checking
To see if what you once was sure was the only stead sound,
That insured the survivel of “the deepest love you’d ever found”

To this day it still sends shivers down through me
To know that you has these type feelings
But its morning like these that makes make wonder why
I didn’t have the same look in my eyes
Why I couldn’t make my heart jump to that same beat
Even when your words sent lighting though my feet

Maybe the fear of me actually being able to feel
Or maybe it was fear that this might not actually be real
Told me that we’d never escape a past
That’d already slid are fate into cold iron cast
For I was convinced there would never be a future in us
Even when you whispered “baby please, there’s no rush”
But beneath the surface we had to much history
To many unspoken, unsolved mysteries

But to you, the only one that could see straight through my soul.
The one who had never questioned me, or attempted to let my hand go.
I lied and scream words I didn’t mean
In hopes that we’d both be set free from me
How was it that I alone could have so easily begin
The series of events that lead to your smiles final end
So so its days like this, just as the sun beings to rise
I find myself dreading to even open my eyes
Because, in truth all I want is to wait to feel thee
still lying with that smiling, soundly asleep next to me

For these days are cold and the world is cruel outside
But reality is mine within these tightly closed eyes
Because in here you’re still there
to whisper sweet nothing in my ear

And At least until I’m forced to let in the daylight
Within these eyes, I smile because all I can hear under the steel night

Is the promise that we made, that even in the end we’d be alright.

The Lovers

sarangstones — Fri, 02 May 2008 04:59:53 +0000

Two Hearts so tenderly opened and exposed to love
Quietly beat beneath the heavens above
As secret dreams dance throughout the air
While the mysterious night conceals the loving pair

Whose innocence and love is so pure
That it allows there caring arms hold each other so passionately near
For the echoing nightingales and harmonizing winds surround
As they both realize what they have just found
For precious love is a diamond oh so rare
Beautifully eternal and radiantly fare
Hidden in a sea of sand
Found by patient yielding hands
That guild tender kiss which interlock lovers’ hearts
For only death could keep them a part.

Yesterday

sarangstones — Thu, 01 May 2008 10:44:09 +0000

Yesterday I went home to see if I could find why
My childhood years had passed so quickly by
The time in that place slipped through these hands
Like a hour glass filled with water instead of sands

The tall thin trees that danced in the thick humid wind
Have marked well the place where my journey did begin
Homes and schools displayed memories of my past
Like a cool evening’s sun, that creates its shadowed cast
And as the last late fall leaves turn the streets a deep red, gold and brown
I saw a child long ago; stare out the school window as they fall to the ground
As the full white clouds rolled across the late evening day
I watched as she lifted her head to those heavens to begin to pray
And when Yahweh would open up those skies and release that icy winter rain
I remember how she used to let those rain drops wash away her tear stains
And the rainbow that formed, after those evening showers, across the cloudy skies
Would give her renewed courage and dreams of traveling to see what was on the other side
Strange how those stars, that shined so brightly in that late midnight sky
They still held the very sparkle, that lit once pure and innocent eyes
But as I drove down the road that night, fear hidden behind mine
For somehow I knew what I had to do, but I still didn’t know why!
Yet, while I slept, I remember having the strangest dream
That I spoken to my twin, I swore girl who looked just like me!
And this is what she said: “Cross over that rainbow, please go see what on the other side
I’m so sorry, I wanted to go with you, but I can’t, this journey I’m not strong enough to strive”
Well that morning came in fast, and the sun didn’t seem to rise its same soft and southern the way
As I repacked my things and checked out of my hotel suite for the very last day.
And as I sat down and looked out the plane window, staring back at me for the very first time
Was the woman who had finally found the courage to leave the girl she no longer was behind.
And as my plane continued to crossed the mid-morning sky
She never stopped smiling back, with only tears and no fear in her eyes.

Dreams

sarangstones — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 06:56:07 +0000

Dreams are God’s little gifts to us
Sent through gentle angles to give us a tiny thrush
Into our destiny oh so very great
That all are simple ideas about our fate

When looked back a pond
Make us look like a child waving a fake wand
The Dreams that God gives to you
Enable you to make it thorough
The most painful times in your life
Like the hurting, pain and strife
Thus awaking with curious and daring hearts
We open are eyes and began to tear the wrapping part
That conceals the beautiful ‘present’ given by God today
An amazing piece of the puzzle that will in some way
Many Generations later play a huge part
In the Destiny that is instilled in each of our own very hearts.

A Dozen Red Roses and a Diamond Ring

sarangstones — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 19:47:30 +0000

A dozen red rose in his left and a diamond ring in his right hand
He’d hoped to give the one girl who would make him a man
Beauty, tenderness, and gentleness so passionate and pure
Was all she had to offer and she hid it beneath a cloud of fear

His world was disillusioned by the desire to need
While his dreams where driven by the want to succeed
Her nights seemed so long and her days so cold
For she dreaded her fate, to grow old alone
He’d always slept with his left hand held to his heart
As he searched his dreams for that one missing part
Her hopeless almond eyes never left the ground
For she’d believed that true passion could never truly be found
He’d fall for those others again and again, thinking he found that missing piece
How easy was it for him to trust in those that loved him the very least
Her heart had been broken and bruised over and over again
By the very ones she’d believe she knew how to mend
These two children, born into more than one culture and race
Preformed their roles, for they’d let the world select their painful fate
They where raised to expect to be hated and feared
And it was that fear that held them so far apart a yet so very near
For, he’ll go on to marry a kind woman, have children and build a good home
And he’ll find it hard to remember when he every had a moment alone
And she’ll fell the memory of him began to fad,
As the years passed and she gracefully aged
For she to would grow to love her husband
And raise her children on a the hills of a beautiful Sicilian land
Surprises, surprises, this is how these story always goes
But it’s the ending that forever remains untold
For on the day she smiles and closes her eyes, a pond her chest,
One of his wilted red roses will silently rest
With a tarnish ring tied around its stem,
And small note stained with a tear and faded hymen.
And next to her, he will silently lie
With his hands placed not on his heart but by her sides;
And the note will read, for those who wish to see
Beyond this world full of fear and greed
“My love for you will never subside,
but today my fear of it has finally died.”

While you were walking away, There’s one more thing I had to say.

sarangstones — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 20:00:05 +0000

While you were walking away
There’s one more thing I had to say

Somewhere between A midmorning in June
Somewhere after the rainstorms and monsoons
Hours after the summer stars have come and gone
The thoughts of you resonate through me like an old love song
Life will always be a constant mystery waiting to unfold
With amazing secrets and miracles waiting to be told
How little you know of the heroic adventures you’ll have
And what riches and wealth God has placed on your path
Keep that head up when you’re feeling sad
And shine that sexy smile when you feel bad
And know that you’ll never be forgotten or replaced
You have a placed in my heart that can never be erased
Because lovers may come and go
A boyfriend once new will grow old
But a true dear friend is one rare treasure to be had
Because I’ll grow, learn and go with you through the good and the bad.