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Rainbows by A.M.Denning
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New Order The soft smell of rain and the chasing of men. Strands of golden embers flicked and toyed and corrected. Dressing to impress, he looks like a motorcycle. In a silent way, in a new order. You see through my dress of water. Untitled in silver rain, glum heads shaking, slung mud sticking, babies wailing – wind keeps on blowin’ and it’s the middle month of summer a boy gets kissed and tightly held, a girl gets turned and twisted round water gets raised – dance on, dance on, dance on a shining light in the dark country it happens every day – somewhere, in some way. The Girl With The Sun In Her Eyes A girl created a world in her head that held the dead and I met her there Corduroys, daffodils, black suit and tie - and a dress that looks best in summer A clashing of teeth, a beating of hearts, and a sending of best wishes What happened to me, where I am? But of course, this is you - you saved me. A remarkable feat of imagination keeps me breathing – I look for you. Everywhere the windows show the children smiling, and everywhere the windows are closed, and everywhere the windows are your eyes, and everywhere I see my reflection and everywhere I am captivated by a soul I fell into a lovingly beating hole. I fell into eyes of green, eyes of black, eyes of blue – I will always hold onto this memory of you Eyes so beautiful - nature becomes you. You are nature, you are life, you are something nobody will ever understand - you are being held in my arms Looking For Someone In time the music reaches you. A repetition key to existence finds your heart becoming synchronised. The leaves and birdsong out to the west. A girl with the most charming dress. In evening song, in morning sun - the chorus has begun. Polyphonic With nothing or every sweet whisper left to say I'll always carry your face the way it looked that day My chest will burst, i'll die of thirst, years will pass Water falls into a glass - think i won't turn back Laughing full of glee, catching winter travel and bringing you with me Imaginary Conversation He’s gone away to Australia where the sun shines a bit more often than it does here. Yeah, he’s got a job over there. Doing what? He’s going to transfer all his business over there. Yeah, I expect so! How are you anyway? Oh, I am sorry to hear that. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, I am sorry to hear that, did his leg recover? Oh, well that’s not too bad then is it? Yes, I’d love to go out with you next Wednesday! You have such beautiful eyes and a smile that moves my heart like a soft caressing wind through a golden feather amid a spring time sky. Sad Eyes Once every day eyes appear full of ocean. Hair always the same, thin blonde straightness Uniform neatly pressed, impeccably washed, looks like her appearance cost. You’ll turn to stone if catching her eye You’ll freeze right on the spot wherever you are Behind the blue, underneath the surface, beneath the lashes lie a hideous secret Tragedy costs. It’s painted on her face, but there is something else. A beauty, a link to God, a touch of humanity as deep as her eyes appear to be sad. I have yet to say hello. I feel I already know more than I’d ever dare ask. To know would be a task of Herculean endeavour. Her eyes stay clear, straight, beautifully sad – through all kinds of lateness of the bus, in the center of town. Skindiving Floaty violin that sounds like the waves of an ocean. Lapping onto a beach with the stars shining bright. Slightly vague, open for interpretation. A high falsetto. The necessary beauty and mood. I feel like I'm floating off a cliff's edge, towards the end, into a deep deep ocean - never to return. A dreaming, drifting sky. The waters cool. Reason To Believe one in a million, two in a billion, who's keeping count? a seconds embrace, an hour together, a lifetime in love. a dream of a future that may or may not be, a strand of joy as light as can be, a step into uncertainty a special someone to keep and to hold a world to get involved a difficulty to get in the way - and not knowing exactly what to say I wish I was around to see her every smile I wish it could be, so I wouldn't have to wish I wish for a kiss until the very last beat I wish for uncertain and improbable feats I wish for a life spent together I wish I could dream forever, and be never found out. who's keeping count? pray to the sky, or a chosen destination believe you can love again, and be true – believe it will never leave you You Shook Me You shook me, babe. You shook me. All night long. A pale silvery light came in through the bathroom window The sunshine was but a memory for two lonely souls And we were reverting to cliché. You shook me You walked right up and slapped me I don’t like Mondays but Sundays are worse Oh, the anticipation of Monday! That anticipation rocks the world all over. You stood on the doorstep and waved goodbye You had saved me once more by telling me that I was stupid. I know that you’re lovely and I know because you shook me. All night long, sleepless night, oh sleepless Sunday night Mondays usual blight. Fingers performed a trace. I imagined your golden hair in my face. |
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