Monday, April 03, 2006
Tantalizing
Tantalizing thoughts and dreams before me, that poke and twist at my very being. Is it not horrid to watch, wishing to know, to know the truth if /she/ dreams as well, or if your fantasy holds no reality. And while many would seek to answer that question, to settle it one way or another, I sit alone in high castle and watch the world turn beneath me - without word and without deed to give light to unspoken thought. Where do your thoughts lie tonight, I wonder, person with her claws in me...
And why these thoughts, when the words I once spoke were 'never again', why these feelings that I KNOW must inevitably die, for there can be no love and there can be no reality for these thoughts, while what is remains as it is. You are a fool, face in my mirror, for perhaps daring even to dream once and giving rise to such thoughts.
Those of you who read, might guess at my hidden meanings. But know that many will be wrong, many will stumble in their own light. Still one may guess, guess at the true meaning behind the words and unspoken thoughts... one, in the end, who would be right. But as the monkey sees, the monkey must do and thus I return the favor unto you. Silence I will keep, in my forgotten night, until either thoughts dissipation, thoughts revelation or thy incessent prodding reveals forbidden light.
There lies no hope for what I know, my only hope lies in the unknown. Now I go to my nightly rest where I hope to find peace at last... but know that in the dark, the dreams will come and the torment... the tantalization... will never rest.
And if my meaning has not been made clear, come and find me - the lost soul on night's plutonian shore. And I may speak of the names, you may be sure, unless in knowing, you may seek to reveal... and thou who would seek to reveal surely thee can guess at true meaning behind words, if my intention and confusion has not befuddled thy tired soul.
Now let me take my dreams and confusion sore, and plant them deep within this shore. Now I go to my final nightly rest, only to rise with the same question, the same repeating question, the same damnable repeating question...
Does /she/ dream as well?
And why these thoughts, when the words I once spoke were 'never again', why these feelings that I KNOW must inevitably die, for there can be no love and there can be no reality for these thoughts, while what is remains as it is. You are a fool, face in my mirror, for perhaps daring even to dream once and giving rise to such thoughts.
Those of you who read, might guess at my hidden meanings. But know that many will be wrong, many will stumble in their own light. Still one may guess, guess at the true meaning behind the words and unspoken thoughts... one, in the end, who would be right. But as the monkey sees, the monkey must do and thus I return the favor unto you. Silence I will keep, in my forgotten night, until either thoughts dissipation, thoughts revelation or thy incessent prodding reveals forbidden light.
There lies no hope for what I know, my only hope lies in the unknown. Now I go to my nightly rest where I hope to find peace at last... but know that in the dark, the dreams will come and the torment... the tantalization... will never rest.
And if my meaning has not been made clear, come and find me - the lost soul on night's plutonian shore. And I may speak of the names, you may be sure, unless in knowing, you may seek to reveal... and thou who would seek to reveal surely thee can guess at true meaning behind words, if my intention and confusion has not befuddled thy tired soul.
Now let me take my dreams and confusion sore, and plant them deep within this shore. Now I go to my final nightly rest, only to rise with the same question, the same repeating question, the same damnable repeating question...
Does /she/ dream as well?
// posted by Dep @ 11:56:00 p.m.
