Gorloche
2008-11-22, 13:06
Forgive me this conceit; I felt compelled to pen a dark "mood" piece. It follows along somewhat styllistically in the "medley" format that I've been doing recently, in which I'll arrange several single-stanza pieces together into a thematically-unified whole. This one pleases me but, as I have learned, that which pleases me is often untenable.
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I can see the border of night and still,
I creep along darkly.
There is a star in the sky
Watching me from far up high--
Perhaps I am sleeping--
As I descend the lengths of these streets.
Buildings ascend
Into the night,
Climbing up
The endless and unforgiving sky.
There is a stillness and a quiet
I get no where else
Than those unnoticed minutes
That most pass by asleep;
With my half-closed eyes,
I blot out the light
And rearrange foundation stones
To my unearthly design.
Bask in silence--
Stare at darkened panes,
Spy undeserved gains
And wait patiently for light.
Watch the city's secret face,
See its ghost haunt its hidden place
And remember this night.
Ah, the moon defines
The elegant curves of the boundary
As it snakes along the edge of my sight.
The subtle pulse of the daylight hour
Retreats into somniloquy,
Delivering an unending tone.
The path to the sound
At the heart of it all
Hangs in a void as if placed.
These hands are too fragile and cold;
This face is too weathered and old.
I can only sit and observe it there.
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Many thanks to Depeche Mode's excellent album Violator and becoming nocturnal for inspiration.
---
I can see the border of night and still,
I creep along darkly.
There is a star in the sky
Watching me from far up high--
Perhaps I am sleeping--
As I descend the lengths of these streets.
Buildings ascend
Into the night,
Climbing up
The endless and unforgiving sky.
There is a stillness and a quiet
I get no where else
Than those unnoticed minutes
That most pass by asleep;
With my half-closed eyes,
I blot out the light
And rearrange foundation stones
To my unearthly design.
Bask in silence--
Stare at darkened panes,
Spy undeserved gains
And wait patiently for light.
Watch the city's secret face,
See its ghost haunt its hidden place
And remember this night.
Ah, the moon defines
The elegant curves of the boundary
As it snakes along the edge of my sight.
The subtle pulse of the daylight hour
Retreats into somniloquy,
Delivering an unending tone.
The path to the sound
At the heart of it all
Hangs in a void as if placed.
These hands are too fragile and cold;
This face is too weathered and old.
I can only sit and observe it there.
---
Many thanks to Depeche Mode's excellent album Violator and becoming nocturnal for inspiration.