An empty thought caresses
the cloudless sky, breaking the stillness
and crossing the path to where cries
are unfelt, and memories unseen.
Purple clouds form on a grey horizon, and
blackness coats the resting earth.
Silently, silently, falling upon the darkened strip
of wilderness. Peaks of mountains pierce the
threatening sky and the heavens shed tears for the lost
soul who wanders the ground below.
Icthus
"breaking the stillness
ReplyDeleteand crossing the path to where cries
are unfelt, and memories unseen"
(I was going to say "Anti-religion, much?" but didn't because I'm far too nice. =P)
It (TOTALLY SHOULDN'T BUT STILL TOTALLY DOES) remind me of the 1992 version of Wuthering Heights. Not just because of the "lost soul who wanders the ground below" part which is basically the driving force of themage for the novel but because, in this particular movie, there's a scene where Heathcliff tells Cathy that he'll send her soul into a distant tree. So he does (of course) and a couple of ravens fly out. Then he does some hocus pocus kind of if-the-sun-comes-out-in-the-next-thirty-seconds-your-life-will-be-eternally-eternal thing and GUESS WHAT. THE SUN DOESN'T COME OUT. CATHY NO LIKE DAT.
And then a good 3/4 an hour later she's dead and he condemns her soul and shit "to not rest as long as [he] is living". "LOST SOUL" AHUMMM?
DUDE YOU BLOW MY MICROCOSM. HARDDDDD.
^^
Man, I love Wuthering Heights. (AND YOU. :D)
It doesn't say I wrote you a pretty comment. BUT I DID.
ReplyDeleteGEMMMMMAAAA!!!!
ReplyDeleteI miss you clee! Come home immediatley if not sooner from your lovely Ocford haven:)
x
thank you mellllaaa:D
ReplyDeleteI know, I thought it kind of sounded anti-religion when I first read it back to myself...
This is one of the poems it will take me forever to understand even though I wrote it:P
well, I'm glad you seem to like it:D
Icthus