Isolation pt.1
I sit and hear the desert wind, sand hissing past,
winging by on the desert's breath. The moon hangs
still above the earth, enshrined in vaults of darkest
black, an infinity of stars to frost the sky. I sit here,
on the shifting crest of a tall and windswept dune,
contemplating the majesty of the starry sky, and the silence
of the desert winds. My mind empty, wanders, and I
seem to hear, in the howling of the desert wind, the yipping
cries of jackals, and a strain of music, faint and thin, riding, on
the whisper of the desert winds. I look and see, a palace, light
shining from many windows, and colored pennants whipping
in the desert breeze, spices seeming, rich and dry, waft around
me, caught, in the twisting zephyrs of the desert's breath.
winging by on the desert's breath. The moon hangs
still above the earth, enshrined in vaults of darkest
black, an infinity of stars to frost the sky. I sit here,
on the shifting crest of a tall and windswept dune,
contemplating the majesty of the starry sky, and the silence
of the desert winds. My mind empty, wanders, and I
seem to hear, in the howling of the desert wind, the yipping
cries of jackals, and a strain of music, faint and thin, riding, on
the whisper of the desert winds. I look and see, a palace, light
shining from many windows, and colored pennants whipping
in the desert breeze, spices seeming, rich and dry, waft around
me, caught, in the twisting zephyrs of the desert's breath.
Isolation pt.2
Warmth I can never feel
For it has been ripped out of me
Fiery flames of romance
I will never be
Stop asking me to feel
Stop expecting me to care
We know that feeling of any kind
Will never come to surface
For I live in a place of isolation
For it has been ripped out of me
Fiery flames of romance
I will never be
Stop asking me to feel
Stop expecting me to care
We know that feeling of any kind
Will never come to surface
For I live in a place of isolation
