Congregations and steeples...
How high does your seed grow?
How deep is your lowest low?
How tough is your only hope?
I wish that I'd let you know
How different I would shine
If not for the dying star,
The shooting star,
The blinding star,
The one I gave my wish to,
The one I gave a name to,
The star that showed me truth,
And led me home,
The only one that ever shone...
Diamonds and bleached bones...
The ones my embers tried to reach,
The ones my ocean bent to teach.
The moon and its spotlight...
We danced in silver white,
The shadows from the sunshine:
The shade that cloaks us tight.
But we count the celestial beings,
The missed chances,
The happenstance meetings,
The glimmers and twinkles
Behind a stranger's eye...
The smile of a passer-by,
The unknowing 'then',
The not knowing 'why',
The twists and the bends,
No beginnings, no ends,
No enemies, no friends.
Just ships that pass in sea of black,
Some never to return:
Some find their vast way back.
Lzzy Hale, 18 март' 2025, Instagram (link)
Заглавието е мое.
Написала е шедьовър! Шедьовър!
Ако тя ми се довери, мога да оформя за стихосбирка стихотворния и материал.
Да, това наистина го мога, нарича се при музикалните албуми mastering.
Добавена стойност в огромен размер може да се придаде чрез лека пластика;
понеже извайваш от материала кафез, в който да запее птичето.
Ше цитирам суровия вид, всеки ще го подмине:
"Constellations of People
Congregations and steeples
How high does your seed grow
How deep is your lowest low?
How tough is your only hope?
I wish that I could let you know
How different I would shine
If not for
The dying star
The shooting star
The blinding star
The one I gave my wish to
The one I gave a name to
The star that showed me the truth
and led me home
The She, the He, The We, The They, The Who, The What, The Why. the You.
The Only one that ever shone.
Diamonds and bleached bones
The ones my embers tried to reach
The ones my ocean bent to teach
The moon and it’s spot light
And we danced in silver and pale white
The shadows that ran from the sun shine
The shade that cloaks our sin tight
We count the celestial beings
The missed chances
The happenstance meetings
The glimmers and twinkles behind a stranger s eye
The smile of a passer by
The unknowing then
The not knowing why
The twists and the bends
No beginnings, no ends
No enemies, no friends
Just ships that pass in the vast sea of black
Some to never return
Some find their way back
Chaos and fear
Scratches on the mirror
Circles shining clearer
Clarity, she so contrary
Shimmer like a Mary.
Mary Magdalene
She who is with and without sin
Made love to the son of Sam
She with the heart of Nim
The warrior, the Woman
The woman I am becoming
Becoming Something
You never saw me
U never saw me coming."
