I couldn't ask for more.
It was you, here that I found, your heart,
In letters within ink, electronic or platonic,
Thank you for the song, I couldn't bask for more,
Under the looted sun, I fondled your heart,
My tongue in a basket of turtle eggs,
It was difficult to write, more difficult to compose,
To someone who I thought was too busy to bite,
I never realized how much I missed you here.
That is not to say I do not enjoy hearing you,
But for my dampening accent, for my excited slur,
For soft oceanic breeze, a dime for three morsels,
I couldn't speak, I couldn't pick, I couldn't break,
The sleep of the morning flat dwellers,
They who had lodged numerous complains about me,
That's why I had to control my volume,
Ma darling on the mound, ma dear tulip angel,
Lunch and dinner I would forsake,
To know you are well and free,
To know you are real and me,
In your mouth, I would squirm,
In your stomach, I would turn.
A clockwork worm in Spanish fern,
In your bowl, I would grow, I would throw,
In your woe, I would show, I would mold,
A sandblast jazz magic boat,
Carrying you through the clouds,
Heaven engulfing you, an enchanted whisper,
Transporting you through terminals of bliss,
Through wire barriers and fire carriers,
Melting your being into a cup of gold,
Your soul, glowing and flowing, sure, sure,
Poured into orange, lured into Florence,
I would put a voodoo spell on you, doll,
In a flash, in a lash, in a clash,
Of cymbals, signaling your arrival,
I wish I could climb out of these words,
To touch your face, to kiss your pupil,
I wish you could be here, to hear,
The longing to get closer to the truth,
The craving for the days to fly faster,
The yearning for the nights to swim faster,
You are a kin to the air, I breathe,
Or breathe not; I have you on my mind,
Almost every moment, almost every no moment,
You have taken captive of my shadow,
Or become thus reduced, the twilight,
If it may talk, would tell lament of faraway lovers,
Wanting to meet but could not,
Wanting to love but could not,
Wanting to live but could not,
Wanting to die but could not,
It was the test of distance,
The further, the nearer,
It was the test of time,
The longer, the shorter,
It was the test of water,
The deeper, the shallower,
It was the test of fire,
The bluer, the yellower,
It was the test of blood,
The thicker, the thinner,
It was the test of light,
The brighter, the dimmer,
It was the test of spirit,
The stronger, the weaker,
It was the test of language,
The higher, the lower,
It was the test of faith,
The smaller, the greater,
It does not matter anymore, except for grief,
Thirty eight thousand miles from the rock
In the middle of the Atlantic,
A phrase of ambiguity, at the top, as the bottom,
I Miss You, Mermaid, That's Why!
- Re: I miss you, that's why!posted on 03/29/2009
Accepted, thanks - Re: I miss you, that's why!posted on 03/29/2009
maya自己的那首干吗拿下来了? 我还没来得及好好看,正忙着写我自己的,再贴上来好不好? - Re: I miss you, that's why!posted on 03/29/2009
这些都是10多年前红河的东西,最近忙着收拾从前的,大约留下来有他的10来首吧。还找到了他的小说。
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