alexwrittendown

Thoughts in the shape of words.

Month: March, 2017

On Nights Like These

I was walking down main street

Where the people move

Where the light falls free

 

There was a rhythm coming at me

From inside the old bar

From the stage of dreams

 

On nights like these

When the moon is high

Where strangers meet

Please let life exist

On nights like these

 

I’m still in love with the idea

Of the living night

Of getting what’s needed

 

If I could own that feeling

Come to me please

Come night, come healing

 

On nights like these

When the moon is high

Where strangers meet

Please let life exist

On nights like these

 

One of these days

And it won’t be long

I’ll hear that rhythm

I’ll hear that song

All of the time

And I pray it’s soon

So I wish upon the moon

 

On nights like these

When the moon is high

Where strangers meet

Please let life exist

On nights like these

Faces

Faces

In the crowd

They look at me

I try to figure out why

I move up a flight of stairs

And look down at the faces

They look so strange to me

I have to get out

Get some air

Get away from the faces

Find some peace

And quiet

 

I open the balcony door

And move out

The air chills my bones

No faces here

Only this vessel

And the stars

So far away

But closer than any face

More vivid than anyone

I take a deep breath

Wish upon the stars

Get back inside

 

I move

So swiftly

Down the hallway

Avoiding the faces

I open the last door on the left

A small room with only a bed

And not a single face in sight

I sit down on the bed

Suddenly the door opens

And there is a face

Just like mine

“Please, sit down”

Fallen Angels

Fallen angels

I heard those words

Long ago

To a melody

And I just didn’t know

What they ment

Not what they ment for others

But what they ment for me

Fallen

Like leaves on the ground

Beutiful in their death

Angels

Like the ones from scripture

Mythical beings

What did it mean

That simple combination

Of words

Fallen angels

When leaves fall

It signals change

Change for better

Or for

You know

Worse

Well

I’ve always believed in that

Change that is

Always on the move

Until that day

When that change

Ment something more

All of a sudden

There was a hole

That will never be filled

And the scriptures

Came alive

I miss them

Every day

Those fallen angels

May their memory guide me

May I use their wisdom

And may those fallen angels

Always change me to the better