Poem #59
"The Seeding (Part II)"
However we walk when we reach the end
The mystical messages that our mouths will send
The colors of sun are the colors of sadness
The colors of love are the colors of your eyes
We will gather forever waiting for the seeding
Seven lives spent without any change
Or seven cents spent with much of a life
Logic and order asked to rearrange
My prayer, your answer, shall never arrive
We will gather forever waiting for the seeding
The dew of the morning gathers on my cheek
From where you stand life must seem so meek
The length of my shadow is the length of your pain
So meet me at midnight, we'll stand in the rain
We will gather forever waiting for the seeding
The scars of our thoughts ride across my wrist
My answer, no question, please I insist
The voices return now, but no words are uttered
I've give up my soul if it'd mean you were flattered
We will gather forever waiting for the seeding
This road does not end, but I've found my stop
The ice in my soul melted by your brain's awful hot
No man or woman shall ever be sane
As long as they go by my middle name
We will gather forever waiting for the seeding
Loyalty and history are things to be bought
For less a dime whole wars have been fought
The end of this fight does not put my at ease
And so in the end all things will cease
