savagemind

...where have my muses gone? *sigh* :depressed: UPDATE: Oct 15, 2006 Found them. Woot.

Lonely were the poets, Sitting pretty, sitting perfect In imaginary places on the sands. We waited for the sunset, For the problematic calm, Then took a chance and tried to call up what we can. And longing for the meaning, When you spoke to me I heard it. Tried to speak but I retreat and let it go. A shame that I should know the ways Of Einsteins in the making and Confucius has not a thing on you; it's true. But repeat is all I do. Repeat is all I do. And here we are still standing, Let me listen for a while to the Chiming and the singing of your soul. Underneath the moonshine, In the stillness of the night, You took my

Her oceans swell and glitter at the end of sheltered worlds. Into the west we venture, where her soothing waters call. We're going home. The breeze will sing; her warmth will taste the Softly swaying shores. Our time is ended here, but peaceful are her golden arms, Embracing weary souls. Safe now; my children, come. Lay down and be forever still. Become the waves in yellow light, In every jewel that glistens; Ripples taste so bright. We're going home, My soundless ones. We're going home, Tonight.