Wait for sleep


Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon

She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep


She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think
And pictures the chain
She's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone

And water can't cover her memory
And ashes can't answer her pain
God give me the power to take breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal frame


In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled in my heart
And the heart of the world

-Dream Theater


It sometimes really surprises me how life has this strange capacity to consume us, we get so caught up in our daily drudgery that we lose the essence of our soul, things that used to make us think, dream and transform. Then one day when we suddenly stop and examine, it's like we are looking at a stranger in the mirror. When did we become who we are?? After accidentally stumbling across this song, I just remembered the entirely different person I used to be. It felt as if I woke up from a dream called reality and I don't think I want to go back to sleep anytime soon.


Wearing: Guess Denim Shorts, Yellow Top from Bangladesh, Self Made Silk Scarf, Aldo Cowboy Boots, Cynthia Rowley Tights & Bangladeshi Bangles

Love
Trishna
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