Post by .:Zodiac:. on May 29, 2011 11:22:12 GMT -5
I am the red in the rose, the flowers
on the blankets on your bedroom floor.
And I am the gray in the ghost that hides
with your clothes behind your closet door.
on the blankets on your bedroom floor.
And I am the gray in the ghost that hides
with your clothes behind your closet door.
And Zodiac found herself in the real world. She noticed the flaws in the scenery that took her quite by surprise. The grass wasn't quite as green as it could be. The sky a duller shade of blue. Perhaps, she had wanted to be here? Oh yes, now she remembered, she had been longing for something different. Wondering what was in store for her today, since she rarely entered the real world, she made her way in the direction of a most wonderful noise. Music. How absolutely wonderful.
I am the green in the grass that bends back
from underneath your feet.
And I am the blue in your back alley view
where the horizon and the rooftops meet.
from underneath your feet.
And I am the blue in your back alley view
where the horizon and the rooftops meet.
A lone carousel was standing in the middle of a field, its artificial music drifting across the grass like a lonely ghost. The porcelain horses moved up and down rhythmically in time with the song. Her eyes were tugged away from the ride by the venders that dotted the field, selling food and drinks. A live band was playing festive music underneath an arbor of roses, their soft pink buds unfolding to catch the sun's light. She drifted towards the sights and sounds to join the crowd of people already milling around.
The black in the book
the letters on the pages that you memorize.
And I am the orange in the overcast
of color that you visualize.
Green eyes opened wide in wonderment as she examined her surroundings. The carousel had somehow managed to drag her attention back, and she now admired the decorations lining the top and center. The golden poles attached to the horses glinted in the light, and the animals' bodies reflected a soft white shine. Running her fingers across their bodes as they danced by she couldn't help but grin. What an amazing place she had stumbled upon. She couldn't decide what she wanted to do first. Ride the carousel? Dance beneath the rose arbor to the music of the band? Join the group of people picnicking in the shade of a great maple tree? A soft breeze tugged on her sundress, inviting her to dance.
I am the white in the walls that soak up
all the sound when you cannot sleep.
And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach
that wish the harbor wasn't quite so deep.
all the sound when you cannot sleep.
And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach
that wish the harbor wasn't quite so deep.
Could it be? Summer love.
