Wavemaker

So I wrote an outro piece a while back that I had no name for, but today I decided to write a poem to lie underneath that instrumental piece in a lo-fi quality or whatever, and it'd sound really distant and cool. So here are the lyrics to it, and it will be posted soon on my myspace.


WAVEMAKER:
As I laid my eyes out to sea, I saw a figure looking back at me.
soft, secure, and everything I wanted to be.

for a moment in time I forgot who I was, where I'd been, and what I stood for.
but it didn't really matter, because I had the answer metaphorically knocking at my door.

soft eyes, a pleasant smile, gazing into my eyes and furthermore in my soul. How could I escape that? The light radiating purple and gold on the darkest night, a story so unfamiliar and never told to me...

this casket had been in front of me for too long. I had one foot in, one foot out, and not a second hint of doubt. with the gun laid next to me, a rope in my hand, and a bottle next to my other, I couldn't decide which direction I wanted to go, which path I may take, which would break me faster and less painfully.


Stifling? No, chains were broken. Bondage was freed of me, and it slipped away from me knowingly, that it never even had me, but I let it take me to wherever it wanted to be, or not take me anywhere, seemingly indefinitely, you know? I guess that's how it is some times.

But this new figure, bright and stunning, furthermore intelligent and cunning, wearing robes of glory and taking solace and refuge in the tabernacle of goodness, spoke out to me, forcefully, lovingly and said...

"I want you...follow me, and you will be more than you ever imagined you could be"

and that night, the animals howled in the moonlight, screaming and purring to the moon and the stars, forging their cries for help, as if a shrill screech and an empty head or heart would save them, and the wavemaker, this beautiful wavemaker, He carried me away in the waves of the starry mural painted in front of me.

and I left, far away, and I never wanted to return to the beach front that was littered with fragments of everything I used to be, and we remained symbiotic for eternity.