Midnight madness

 

 

 

Shes lifes greatest secret,

Magic like we once dreamed of in books.

A freind like the one we always wanted growing up.

Shes the missing particle that completes our understanding of the universe.

Shes the most beauful word in any written language,

Understood by a few, but admired by all others.

Shes the pattern behind every beautiful compilation of pixels on a screen.

Shes the first song I hear and the last words to drift inti my head before I rest.

Shes a small moment between the wind and the rain.

When nature leaves you alone for a breif moment as if to say

"Hey, its ok for now. Just enjoy this chance of weightlessness"

Then plunges you back into streams of water that makes you feel alive.

If only for the moment.

Shes the rainbows end, A beautiful image

 just out of arms reach until she can dissapear

Reforming elsewhere to remove the sadness of others.

Shes lifes greatest secret and the world may not love her as well as it should,

Yet in a small part of the universe, on a rock that wont stop spinning,

Someone will always love her, maybe not in the way that he can ever admit.

But in a way that makes sure she is always loved and thought of.

Even if she never knows it.

 

 

Edward Ramsden

 

3/6/2004

 

Midnight madness, Years go