 | Summer's dying.
There's this coldness in the air you can feel under the sweet breeze in disguise, still speaking of jasmine and whispered dreams... o long gone summer nights.
So here I go again, facing the wind, catching the starry night between the soul and the lips, frozen in the middle of a heartbeat. No matter how hard I try, again the moonlight is slipping away from me...
There's a slight mist sorrounding the house, swallowing darkness. I can smell the storm is in the air again. The first to come will be the thunder, I guess... though the lightning should go first.
It's weird standing here beside the open window, just talking to the midnight skies and expecting to get an answer. An answer to a question you will never ask.... It's weird being here alone tonight.
It's weird to feel the fog, lost in Her embrace, Her wet lips kissing me all over... blinding my eyes. It's hard to believe that somewhere, someone hears your voice. And it's amazing when you stare at the moon when the mist sorrounds you: what once looked like honey, now just looks like blood.
Does it matter when you need a little understanding...? Justice for All, you sure...? When just that silvery Eye is caring to bring some light... dead, blue, icy, pale, ghostly... but at least, light....
It's weird when all the words you keep in the heart vanish at the gate of your mouth... lips' frontier, end of all those beginnings that will never be. Worthless to speak sometimes. Worthless even to whisper a song in the summer night...
The fog tastes so sweet on my lips... my blood speaks in this labyrinth of never ended promises, maybe the shadows of tomorrow... a tomorrow we shouldn't trust or wait for, since tomorrow never waits for us. I sigh... and the air I breathe feels like snow and smells like winter... o cold long summer nights.
I breathe. I close my eyes. I whisper a secret wish, a "may it be?" painted in blue, I sing a song with no words...
But don't be sad for me. Remember it's good to know I still have a tear to shed.
And in the end, I'll still be here when this cold summer's gone.... |  |
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