Red Maya

"Ghosts are famous for laughing. Saints laugh. Angels laugh. Laughter is the sound of Heaven, I think."

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Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt... When catapults are outlawed, only outlaws will have catapults.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Nike (Nee-Kay)


Nike
your neck drips with red
do you even remember where you left the light?

The wind took the dream
and scattered the ashes
so Persephone could go home

and you are silent still
would you remain silent forever?

The angels weep for you
yet your strength shines through
and illuminates the darkest night

In some small way
you show your colors
I can see that you are still grieving
can see it bleeding through

you find strength for so many
yet you cannot seem to use it to say goodbye
to that reckless illusion

the window just wont go away
the ice splinters the window pane
and you would cry for it
if you could find the light in your eyes

but Persephone is home now
and that light warms your soul
its enough to see the angels dance, you say,
its enough to remember the light

is it Nike?
is it enough?
will it ever be enough?

it all comes down to this

do we stop it now?
stop the bleeding
stop your colors from shining through?

find the severed light?

I think we could stop it somehow
we could break the glass
so you could step outside

But this little illusive dream
could stiffen and break on your tongue
the dream goes wherever you do

the dream is you
no matter what colors you wear
no matter if you bleed through

the dream is you
and this is your moment of truth





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