The Meaning of Me
by Ambitions of Lisa
Posted: 14 October 2005 Word Count: 120 |
|
Your blue eyes
Like whirlpools
Drawing me in
Spiralling deep
Into your mind
Images flash by
A reel of film
Your memories
Your thoughts
Your dreams
I hear the crackle
Of audio sound
The broken voices
And the laughter
You’ve heard
I look for me
In your filmstrip
I need to know
What you think
What you dream
I see the darkness
And blurry visions
But my face
Imprinted clearly
Is visibly alive
My lip-gloss smile
Lined blue eyes
Glossy dark hair
Surrounded by
Smudges of confusion
A hazy mist
Of doubt, uncertainty
I reach out
To touch the image
To clear my misty aura
But only you
Can be director
Write the script
And produce
The meaning of me
Like whirlpools
Drawing me in
Spiralling deep
Into your mind
Images flash by
A reel of film
Your memories
Your thoughts
Your dreams
I hear the crackle
Of audio sound
The broken voices
And the laughter
You’ve heard
I look for me
In your filmstrip
I need to know
What you think
What you dream
I see the darkness
And blurry visions
But my face
Imprinted clearly
Is visibly alive
My lip-gloss smile
Lined blue eyes
Glossy dark hair
Surrounded by
Smudges of confusion
A hazy mist
Of doubt, uncertainty
I reach out
To touch the image
To clear my misty aura
But only you
Can be director
Write the script
And produce
The meaning of me
Favourite this work | Favourite This Author |
|
Other work by Ambitions of Lisa:
|