by Jennifer Schroeder |
Categories:
death, farewell, grief, loss, love,
Take my hand and tether me
my fingers outstretched,
long and unnatural,
being pulled gently, slowly,
vibrations slowing.
Don't let my fingers slip away --
do not release my weight
or am I weightless?
Which second or millisecond
do we transform from weight to ether?
The soul knows and prepares for lift
and for loft.
I see you now, expressionless,
or crying -- maybe dying,
as I drift upward, speed increasing.
I see you and you grow smaller.
I'm flying now. Can you see me?
You are a pinpoint
much like an ink mark, superfine,
on paper that once recorded
who I was and
who you will continue to be.
Tether my memory now, dear love,
I fear I am a pinpoint too.
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
celebration, character, love,
Searching for that superfine llove
see thats the way it's gotta be
me for you
you for me
what creates night
nights full of roamnce
lovers all around us
a place for us to dance
what suited best
and dressed for impression
ah night for lovers
anwsered and questioned
Cupid put the bow to the chello
stummed ah tune for you and me
sweet kisses
me yourr fellow
I'm in love
say your in love with me
sappy sweet full of jestures
Lovers loving
in each and every measure
That Super fine love
Is what I really need
say it love really love
and thats the way it has to be
Written By Dank and Dodoole
From Swiigg Nasty and the Real Wons