Crystallised

Have you never lingered on these paths of fear,
Captured in years coming and rushing by
My words were marked with ink
And no heart was letting them in
For I can not stare into the fire
With nothing more but emptiness
It is the filling longing of the empty desire
And restless it’s stirring in the night
Beauty can come in forms even liquid hasn’t created,
Because there is nothing what a soul can not give
It is said to be given away by the shelters of love
Not taken, not recovered but shameless inspired
It is said to appear in a moment so marked,
With ink where no heart was letting in

So there where years have passed you by,
And touched the untouched touched you,
You search for my hand as you don’t have the words
Something you had seen that was perfectly blue
Shattered on windows of eternal light
Creating a path between the unsure and secure
You closed your eyes with no fear at all
Held me strong, you just knew there was nothing wrong

The ink was letting go of the paper
The bleeding source ran through your blind mind
Even my words have never found their place
For no heart was letting them in
You told me you could find its myth and set it free
I have never wandered on this path of light
Searching for the darkness to arrive
But aside as the world starts to fade away
From its bleeding rays to cover my hands
If I will close my eyes and touch the inner blue
It might turn red and lose its beauty of one kind,
It is said to be fragile in the most strongest way
It is said to appear in rays of light so fine
With ink where no heart was letting in

So there where the lines have passed you by,
I never created a touch untouched so touched by you
You search for my words as you don’t have the lines
Something you had seen that was perfectly light
Shattered on the liquid windows of ink
Creating a path between the words and their place
You closed your eyes with no fear at all
Held me strong, you just knew there was nothing wrong

It is said to stand still
It is said to move on
It is said to see the sky turning blue with its words
For all that I have to give
It is said to be untouched
Your hands are cold by its warmth
It is said to be in your eyes,
But I do not have the words
Or even the ink

© Stella Lumina (Ellen Edens)