Fireworks lit up the sky. Cheers and yells resound through
the air.
She’s sitting by her window, gazing at the revelry all
around. Cold and alone, she wraps her arms around her knees, sighing.
Memories flit behind her closed eyes.
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
The place glimmering with candles, she twirls around, her
flowing red dress glowing in the dark. She spins and he catches her, drawing
him to her, whispering the promises of a lifetime.
A year ago. Seems like another life altogether.
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
I realize that nothing's as it seems
Oh, how she loved that song, and still does. She was never
for dancing, but that night…aroused in her feelings she couldn’t have expressed
through words.
Her back arched, supported only by his strong hands and he
leans in to kiss her as the fireworks set off.
Happy New Year, my
love.
She could have lived forever in that moment, but, isn’t it
just another human weakness to try and attempt to make something so transient
eternal?
The memory of that beautiful New Year’s is not enough to see
her through this one.
But you knew I loved you,
We could have shown them all,
We should have seen love through
We could have shown them all,
We should have seen love through
The sky still glitters and shimmers. She couldn’t be
bothered with wishing people at this very hour.
The silence is just too overbearing.
It is with sheer willpower that she resists from calling him, not willing to further shatter the
illusion. The illusion that it’s still the same, that any moment he would come
home, greet her and everything will be all right again.
Strange that I was wrong enough,
To think you'd love me too.
I guess you were kissing a fool,
To think you'd love me too.
I guess you were kissing a fool,
Why
didn’t they dance to this song?
You must have been kissing… a fool.
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Most of my New Years' are spent alone, but not in this depressing manner. Oh well, but creativity finds its own way.
Hoping that everyone's had a good beginning to this year. :)
Lyrics credit: Sting's Desert Rose and George Michael's Kissing A Fool.

Ah! even when u know tht things will never be the same again, still u wish, u hope!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned..and apt lyrics!
Most of your New Years' are spent alone? :O
ReplyDelete*waves hands vigorously* I'm still alive!! :D
Red Handed: One can never stop hoping. Thank you for reading. :)
ReplyDeleteJuhi: I knew you'd bring this up. For the record, two's the count, my dear. I meant my whole life. ;)
Think about the ones that are still to come!! :) Atleast you confess things to me on New Years ;D And it wasn't my problem if you didn't want to join me in 2010 :S
ReplyDeleteIt's better to let negativity find its vent in creativity than manifest itself in some other form of delusion.
ReplyDeleteNice wordplay intertwined with a mix of songs. I love the desert rose, it can be heard many times over.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Juhi: Confess? I always tell you everything!
ReplyDeleteBlasphemous Aesthete: Desert Rose is such a lovely song and yes, I hear it many times in a row. Thank you for reading. :)