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SHOOTER'S DREAM

On and on, fantasy murders your lullaby. © David Kong 2004-2006

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Monday, February 28, 2005

Shadows on the Rainy Freeway









Shadows on the Rainy Freeway

He disappeared in a flash of moonlight,

With swift change of darkness, sealed up in a bag of delight

And here I dash in the pouring rain,

Fantasizing, what these visits might bring.

If I truly had wings, if I could foresee the chances

I would close my eyes and bring back the faces

Of which I had no way of knowing.



The rain scribbled a heart on my scar,

It faded as fast as the shooting star,

And closed my cut as if it never existed

Soon sunlight appeared with all its might

And bleached the scar in my heart,

The shape of which is constantly changing,

And I whistled my sigh in deep agony,

Felt the changes, ruined the melodies,

I wish I could forget thee.



Soon I’m drowned in my symphony,

Mesmerized about death and its sympathy

Lullabies have faded, their tenderness withdrawn,

And the strings shine like rays of dawn.

Millions of words whispered silences,

They tell the truth about staying calm,

They warn me in glitters of past tears,

And they say, go on and on until you’re certain

‘Bout the entangling wistful emotion.

But how can I ever be sure,

When the incoming flux of fear sinks my ship,

When betrayal paints itself a speechless portrait,

That bright plain light of killing,

And o I know, suddenly with fine dissection,

That the art is there to be felt,

The human heart, ready to melt

And here I drive again,

Along the chained freeway,

With my hopes in a sack, dashing through the rain.

For the night could ease the pain,

And the shadows will cleanse my veins.