Michael McGuire Blue Wonders
BLUE WONDERS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Clouds cast evolving shadows over the worried brow of the earth,
haunting the holy routine of the strain of death and birth, the coming
undone is in the destiny of the molecules making, from the heavens to
the heap all is caught in the swell of this aching.
An eye to the blue wonders of this world, why oh why would there be a
why.
She covers her rose petal blush with the bait of her smile, life itself
seems to gather into the goddess facto of her style, the vessel of the
ones who hurt caught in the brooding tangle of her tossed hair, as
tangible as your thoughts as elusive as the living breath of the air.
The flesh for the blue wonders of this world, why oh why would there
be a why.
The colors of a beautiful tragedy, the dance of a sorrowful symphony,
the pain of this pleasure, is the price of this treasure.
Worlds fall to pieces in pursuit of their gravity's god, so common and
dull yet the whole trip plays out so odd, and the dreams undone are no
stop to this passion for dreaming, the solid earth no foundation for the
leftover focus of seeming.
Ripe worlds in the sweat of a stone, memories drip from the blood of a
bone, the sky of the weather’s dark soul, it’s color beyond all control.
The heart of the blue wonders of this world, why oh why would there
be a why.
dec 04
