• alisdaire_ocaoimph 36w

    Before the pain

    Its a long, long walk
    where yesterday's images trail the long winding roads of nowhere
    Seem ajar to what ever mystery life once held and echoed
    the silent slumber of faded promises and disillusioned ideals
    Soak together in the oblivion of the abyss, and cries.
    There's a spot, unpolluted by the lies and wrongs
    Far away from that changing that consumed and diluted us,
    Where still I behold your perfection ever anew, like a dream
    That even in the wakened state I feel close to the bone.
    Time doesn't change things, nor have we,
    I still see the sparkle in your eyes
    That silent want to be held again
    kissed and loved so tender
    Like in the day's before the pain.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph