Seattle - The Classic Crime

My real estate
My life is dull
And dried up like the sound
A voice makes when the heart grows cold
And it’s going that way

I think I’ll move out of state
Somewhere far from Seattle city lights
They burn my eyes
California sounds nice but California’s a lie

Maybe I’m out of luck
Or maybe I’m just blind
All this time

Rain on my hopes
Rain on my soul
Rain on everything that I know
It feels so ludicrous
The pursuit of this dream
We thought we’d be there long ago

My life is like a rolling river
So muddy and absurd
And although I might be mistaken
I know that I’ll be heard
And I find the second I try to pull away
I’m thrown back in line
All this time

So

Rain on my hopes
Rain on my soul
Rain on everything that I know
It feels so ludicrous
The pursuit of this dream
We thought we’d be there long ago

And we are all looking for the same thing
The same thing
Seattle is calling me back home
Back home

A fleeting moment of clarity

Where am I going ?

Light in my heart, a Light in my heart. The Light from my soul.

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The courtyards of empty promises and dying hopes, they surround this fountain. The blemished fountain with a broken purpose. Softly, the rain fills the cracks, closing the gaps with an eternal power. Falling rain, it falls as I stand alone. The birds, they sing their forlorn song and then fly onto a new sunrise. So unfamiliar in this everlasting, neverfading darkness. The melody floats, drifting to some vivid place far from the unseeing eyes that dance around me.

But no-one sees the Light in my heart, the Light from my soul,

"On, Home !"

Always the same and born again.

I am swallowed into the rise and fall of a rush of beauty. And as I twist and turn, I am soothed by the gracefulness of the stains you left on my senses. But what you left a mark on most prominently is my other. I do not know the dance of the candleflame nor its life, but I do feel its warmth. I do not know the age of the grass, the names of the soils, the dreams and aspirations of the sea, but I do know they are within me. Like you are, like your smile is, and like the caliber of the change you have cast upon me. Not like a shadow, but like the penumbral glow of a realm so forgotten and yet so alive, alive with the charm of your sparkling eyes.

This feels like the night and the day. The sun shining through, shining upon those lucky arms and eyes.