Stoned
And as I totter the love-desert,
Spilled sands of love burn bright,
The sun of desire has smoldered me in fright,
I can only vide the tired horizon in my sight.
Where are the clouds of solace?
Where are the oasis of comfort?
Where are the shadows to embrace
For a soul,so lost,so reckless?
And I am a babe in the wood,
I should have learnt by now,
That there is no compass to track the past,
And fake guides of mirage would only make me brood!
I am a burnt out stone,
Braving the heat of the desert,
I have had enough to leave me in fibre and bone,
Now I dont know if I really care,
What once I pined for,now I want to revert.
The sun of desire has smoldered me in fright,
I can only vide the tired horizon in my sight.
Where are the clouds of solace?
Where are the oasis of comfort?
Where are the shadows to embrace
For a soul,so lost,so reckless?
And I am a babe in the wood,
I should have learnt by now,
That there is no compass to track the past,
And fake guides of mirage would only make me brood!
I am a burnt out stone,
Braving the heat of the desert,
I have had enough to leave me in fibre and bone,
Now I dont know if I really care,
What once I pined for,now I want to revert.
posted by sundae @ 7:31 AM
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