it is not true love unless it scares youRilke and you, of course... once again you reach deeper into me than I wanted anyone to unless they were sitting beside me with arms wide open to hold me as I fall apart, trusting me to come back together as I always do... surviving the infinite abyss of endless desire... alone... the secret is...
(and then a song breaks out)
my lips have almost forgotten what desire means
for so long I've been missing my love
torn from my heart, breaking all my dreams
wounds like this are meant to always bleed
silently the moon cries every night
buried in subway halls
burned in airports
why do you think they call them terminals
and she loved it when I sang, I sang
if it takes forever, I will wait for you
and did I know that she was hearing
I will always love you
and when promising to love
until the end of time
do we really believe time can not end?
meanwhile, deep inside my this heart I know as my own...
I still mourn the loss of my first true love
a void so feared, an abyss so immense
thirty years have not diminished it's power to consume my passion
would a million?
three decades have not reduced it's intensity
time does not effect the inspiration I so fear
and still am so drawn to it
I live for it
and I would die to feel it
just one more time
again
today I live to embrace one who understands the need
one who will drink the blood of wounds meant to always bleed
one who will drink the tears of eyes meant always to cry
one who will find the child inside who knows the natural high
always laughing at the clouds
always waking up reborn
smiling from within the storm
feeling the peaceful eye
seeing through the pointless fears
seeing the rainbow through the tears
for you who understands
I reach out to warm your hands
