September 18, 2002
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Listening to dream theater …feeling deeply interested in life….
My heart is a winter forest. It sings for any wind that rustles through, and in the end, is owned by dead things.
We sat over ice cream, and I listened to him. There must have been a silver string between us, that the words I spoke must have sparked through like telephone wires… and out of his mouth. How very strange it is to find synchronicity, and in despair, to wish it away. I have never felt pistachio ice cream sit stolidly against my tongue, my life and my will draining the heat from my body. Perhaps the heat went into his, as his face is flushed from the sun.
Synchronicity is dangerous. Matched clocks must be separated, sent to different universes. Moments of synchronicity are dangerous, addictive, tantalizing you with a fragment of joy. Unreplaceable, unforseen, maddening as finding a matching snowflake.
What burns is thoughts combusting together, that gaze held too long, that touch by timed accident.
My heart and hands are so cold, I risk looking for snowflakes. And if I do find it, it will burn me into cinders.
“Wait For Sleep” – Kevin Moore
dream theater
Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon
She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep
She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think
And pictures the chain
She’s been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone
And water can’t cover her memory
And ashes can’t answer her pain
God give me the power to take breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal frame
In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled in my heart
And the heart of the world
Comments (7)
that was really beautiful…though somehow very sad…..you are right..those moments are addictive….but why fear them???
Ice cream can be fascinating.
”My heart is a winter forest. It sings for any wind that rustles through, ” how it is well said Shy . It is very poetic .
It is well said like the poem ” wait for sleep ” that is really wonderful
Amitié
Michel
I agree with Carlo!
why is life soooo damn complicated???
I really find ur entries fascinating.. Every time i read i them.. I have something to ponder over.. cool stuff.. U defenitely know how to write ur stuff…
The moments u have mentioned abt r really addictive.. thats why we cherish them… I really love them..
You are a true poet with a melancholic streak. I love reading your musings… keep writing and dreaming!
wow…this is , i think, my fav blog by u!!! i thot u were a great writer be4…..now i think ur just downright Fabulous! *muuuaaah*
the blog just touched my heart. even while i was reading it, i was seeing images of the moments i hold close to my heart.