Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Beauty only murmurs in my mind, it doesn't shout.
I wait here for a clear, strong signal,
Flash of vision, Bar of brilliance,
But it whispers, and it mumbles,
And I can't quite make it out.
It breaks up, starts to crackle, then it fades.
A glimpse of green and fizzy gold it shines
And melts away, it drips away,
The melody is just one note,
One rest, one line of shades.
And here I sit, with dreams of what might be,
As my mind, that idle Judas, laughs at me.