Down with Aspidistras

At this moment..

Perching on your window sill
I turn my gaze towards you

At this moment, my friend
We are making stories of midnight rendevous
For in future years to lament

Feigning anger
I shake my feathers, ignoring you all this time
For too tired to venture on a journey
Now that its so late, and I have travelled so long

For what meaning does it entail
When there is not a story to tell
When there has not history been framed

So here I am
Folding my wings on your window sill
Giving up moments of anguished beauty
For now, I am in need for dumb happiness

And yet, at this moment my friend
We are making stories of midnight rendevous
For in future years to lament

posted by Bithran @ 2:33 AM