I walked the halls within my mind,I'm not lonely,the walls they speak to me,they tell me how I can be free,just a thought and I start to fly,I don't know where or why,the land falls away beneath my feet,I feel the anger begin to retreat,I can see the angels starring back at me,am I truly free?because I'm still wearing my mental leashand I'm still tied to the tree,I try to fly as far away as I can,only to realize my feet are still on landwalking the halls within my mind,I'm not lonely because
Not sure if what I heard was real,just for a moment,I thought I heard?Never mind,it's just a memory,fluttering round my head,tossing and turning,in it's cold and old dead bed,I can hear the sheets shuffle as it tosses and turns,I close the blinds to this memory,I know,and yes,it still burns.Not sure I heard you,yes I know your there,I'm not ignoring you,
I wanted to be your rising sun and your setting moonI wanted to be the warmth you felt in the afternoonI wanted to be your cool breeze, but i'm none of thesenone of theseI wanted to be the smile you wake to everydayI wanted to be your hug when you walk awayI wanted to be the wind in the treesyet i'm none of thesenone of theseI wanted to be your husband and you to be my wifeI wanted to lay with you each and everynightnow that will never be, because I am none of thesenone of these
The Winters are so short --I'm hardly justifiedIn sending all the Birds away --And moving into Pod --Myself -- for scarcely settled --The Phoebes have begun --And then -- it's time to strike my Tent --And open House -- again --It's mostly, interruptions --My Summer -- is despoiled --Because there was a Winter -- once --And al the Cattle -- starved --And so there was a Deluge --And swept the World away --But Ararat's a Legend -- now --
How still, how happy! Those are wordsThat once would scarce agree together;I loved the plashing of the surge -The changing heaven the breezy weather,More than smooth seas and cloudless skiesAnd solemn, soothing, softened airsThat in the forest woke no sighsAnd from the green spray shook no tears.How still, how happy! now I feelWhere silence dwells is sweeter farThan laughing mirth's most joyous swellHowever pure its raptures are.Come, sit down on this sunny stone:'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors -But sit - for we are all aloneAnd clear expand heaven's breathless shores.
What will they do when I am gone? It is plainThat they will do without me as the rainCan do without the flowers and the grassThat profit by it and must perish without.I have but seen them in the loud street pass;And I was naught to them. I turned aboutTo see them disappearing carelessly.But what if I in them as they in meNourished what has great value and no price?Almost I thought that rain thirsts for a draughtWhich only in the blossom's chalice lies,Until that one turned back and lightly laughed.