mathmission
07-31-2006, 08:19 AM
So, my girlfriend had me go through this little process to produce this poem, thought I would share with you...
Elysium, by Mathmission
You're lonely like desert sand.
A watch in hand, you count the seconds of the waves.
The rhythm presses against your chest.
The smell of salt burns your throat.
The shimmers of water speak to you.
Reaching out, you touch the hand of an angel.
She will see someday what she is seeing now.
The footprints you leave guide your way.
You're broken into a million pieces lying together.
In the distance, a mountain brightens the sky.
Finally, the hands reach 1,
And midnight has left.
Elysium, by Mathmission
You're lonely like desert sand.
A watch in hand, you count the seconds of the waves.
The rhythm presses against your chest.
The smell of salt burns your throat.
The shimmers of water speak to you.
Reaching out, you touch the hand of an angel.
She will see someday what she is seeing now.
The footprints you leave guide your way.
You're broken into a million pieces lying together.
In the distance, a mountain brightens the sky.
Finally, the hands reach 1,
And midnight has left.