With her head on his shoulder, she's off to sleep.
From the very ends of the road there's a whisper of "goodnight",
Truthfully, the mystery lies with the man dressed in black.
Hiding behind his distance to humanity, he writes a confession.
The words pour from the pen and set out the blood of where he's been,
it's a long time line to where he wants to be now.
In a traveling room full of breathing corpses
he can't understand why he's the only one awake
watching the wheat pass by on this route to self discovery.
He wants to run through those fields but is separate from this world by a glass shield.
And if he stands, he will awaken her. He will awaken himself.
So he will remain guarding their mobile grave site.
"Older Brother, Shining Knight, Protector"
A redundancy to his biography.
Filing through the pages of a journal that seems empty in its completion,
he can hear her heart beat, even from a distance he imagines it's inflection.
A rhythm that is unique. Just like her eyes and just like her lips.
Just like the kiss so beyond a dream.
As he wonders and waits for the moon to show a sign.
He finds one on the road, that says he's finally home.
And soon he will return to the middle of nowhere.
but once upon a time begins every fairy tale.
Happily ever after is far off, but will be found.
Until than upon a time there was once.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
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I really like this one...truth emits from it...and i hope i understand at least some of it...and if i never understand the man dressed in black, at least i can see the truth from within...a common truth. a way to understand a little bit of the mystery. it's perfect.
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