04 February 2005

remember when you were young?
you shone like the sun
shine on, you crazy diamond

now there's a look in your eyes
like black holes in the sky
shine on, you crazy diamond

you were caught in the crossfire
of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze

come on you target for faraway laughter
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr,
and shine


you reached for the secret too soon
you cried for the moon
shine on, you crazy diamond

threatened by shadows at night
and exposed in the light
shine on, you crazy diamond

well, you wore out your welcome
with random precision
rode on the steel breeze

come on you raver, you seer of visions
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner,
and shine


nobody knows where you are
how near or how far
shine on, you crazy diamond

pile on many more layers
and i’ll be joining you there

shine on, you crazy diamond

and we’ll bask in the shadow
of yesterday’s triumph
and sail on the steel breeze

come on you boy child, you winner and loser
come on you miner for truth and delusion,
and shine

pf
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They're everywhere--and nowhere, all at once.


blind. wandering. silenced soul aimlessly feels his way thru this world. he invariably treads among shards of broken stained glass memory, folded ever so gently into the wrinkled contorts of his mind. another collection of colours scattered across the cold, hardwood floor just catches the meager stream of sunlight from that crack, between the oaken door and its deep-brown frame. breathless. fragments--intricate fractions captivate the shadowed corners of thought.

e x t e n d. . .

he reaches for the pieces of shattered yesterday. save them. hold them...look how they nurture the light within them, glowing. waiting.
chair to arm and

arm to hand and

hand to fingertips and

fingertips to glass and...

a simple line of dark-red beads weeps with the smell of new flesh. a thick, warm drop of life races itself from the forefinger--easing its way onto the palm, across the quiet lines of identity...
where are you going--when will you stop?

where will you fall?

1 comment:

Sarah said...

all i wanna say is that pf rules all the way.