Orchestrations
by Tony Plocido
Published in SUCKER PUNCH WISDOM released 10/31/2012
So I drove up to the lake for some serenity.
With the mosquitoes buzzing in my ears,
the children laughing in the distance,
and my raging thoughts,
it was hardly serene.
I can't seem to gain your attention.
Your life
complicated
seems to be more than I can bear.
And bare is how I see you.
Bare is how I need you.
I don't mean naked.
I means some things are sacred.
What I mean is open.
I keep hoping for your sound.
I remember our time together.
Your laugh would resonate my state.
It would fill my nation
with the elation
that I felt.
Your voice
was my choice
of accents
to the colors I paint my world.
And you weren't so much a girl to me,
as you were a way my world could be.
Hmm. And the songs.
If there's music
I can use it
in some nostalgic fashion.
The tones
will make homes
in my memory cells.
They fill the wells of absence,
again,
with resonance.
I like to dance in our past conversations.
I make revelations
out of what was said.
And now there's no bed
to lie in.
And I buy in
to this madness
because of your distance.
I hold on to this insistence
that you will be mine.
But time is my enemy.
I won't be a better me
if I hold on to these songs.
These sounds
that bring me down.
My love for you
can't be faded
or satiated.
But I still live
in these orchestrations.
With the mosquitoes buzzing in my ears,
the children laughing in the distance,
and my raging thoughts,
it was hardly serene.
I can't seem to gain your attention.
Your life
complicated
seems to be more than I can bear.
And bare is how I see you.
Bare is how I need you.
I don't mean naked.
I means some things are sacred.
What I mean is open.
I keep hoping for your sound.
I remember our time together.
Your laugh would resonate my state.
It would fill my nation
with the elation
that I felt.
Your voice
was my choice
of accents
to the colors I paint my world.
And you weren't so much a girl to me,
as you were a way my world could be.
Hmm. And the songs.
If there's music
I can use it
in some nostalgic fashion.
The tones
will make homes
in my memory cells.
They fill the wells of absence,
again,
with resonance.
I like to dance in our past conversations.
I make revelations
out of what was said.
And now there's no bed
to lie in.
And I buy in
to this madness
because of your distance.
I hold on to this insistence
that you will be mine.
But time is my enemy.
I won't be a better me
if I hold on to these songs.
These sounds
that bring me down.
My love for you
can't be faded
or satiated.
But I still live
in these orchestrations.