My Lemontree

sicarius — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 20:03:06 +0000

Etwas älter als der letzte happen, von der Form gefällts mir auch nicht so sehr, im Moment. Wie auch immer - was neues, lesbares ,) Mir fällt auch grad mal auf, dass der Titel nicht so einfach in bezug zu setzen ist ^^

A big loss
might be the death of a childhood friend,
of someone you really loved.

A big loss
might be the love of your live,
leaving you.

A big loss
might be losing trust into yourself,
indifference towards life.

I wonder how you overcame the pride,
of not wanting to let go of someone,
when it’s all they can do, all they need.

I wonder how your love can settle down again,
if it was bleeding like burning hell it’s self,
if it was true once.

I wonder how you always got it back,
the happy smile, the sassing look,
the ’I ain’t stop here’.

I never thought that the ever-changing
nature of this dance would leave
you untouched. I never hoped so, too.

I never thought that your love
would join a fight, leaving you
helpless. I never hoped so, too.

I never thought that you’d lose that light
in your eyes, enriching the world
around you. I never hoped so, too.

Calling you, my dreameater

sicarius — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 22:57:40 +0000

This one written to the hero of my childtime nightmares..
Look at the source..

When I remember you, there is always a slight of relief within me.
In long, dark nights when i was surrounded by my innermost enemies,
trapped on a plane of endless loneliness with demons and wolves hunting me,
you've been the one who saved me. You - a cruel fighting nightmare yourself.
In your hands fork and knife became powerful weapons each night guided by an artist of cruelty.
Your knife is made of horn - the horn of hordes of devils you banned with the pure strength of your will.
Fast as lightning you sever my demons, just to pick them up
with your crystal made fork - a one that never runs dirty and is just as precise as you want it to be.
With each nightmare you released me from, you grew stronger.
You are my shield, my defense.
You tought me that the world is made of dreams and showed me how to control them,
so that i would live my dreams without dying when they fall.
You are my dreameater, the one that always makes space for me,
my course and my salvation, you depend on my dreams to survive,
just like i depend on you to protect me from my destructive fires.
As a symbol of reincarnation we dance in eternal circles,
an eternity on our own. Every thought, every moment is painted in the world around us,
reflecting in our eyes. And the deeper i look into your beloved eyes,
the more i fall into your arms until i realize that it's just my eyes i see in yours
- the reflection of my birthplace, my grave. We dance on towards the horizon,
a soft wall of warm light called tomorrow, when i realize that we've been one all the time.
And so there's always a slight smile on my face when i see a leave falling in autumn -
I know, that the next spring will bring new leafs - the spirit has always been the same,
ageless like all ideas, breaking through as individuals each spring and going home each winternight.

theMesh » Kindheit

My Lemontree

Calling you, my dreameater