Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The Metal Starts To Twist

I'm lost and looking for the sky, for moving parts and a place that doesn't rust. For wheels that burn and a world that turns. For a road that phantom cars still drive down while lovers long lost feel wind that's blown too long in silver hair. You are the only map I know.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

wow, i'm speechless

BaggieSue said...

i won't mind getting lost with you...

"the words are beautiful.. thanks!"

E. said...

this was incredibly beautiful.
thank you <3

"you are my map" i'll try saying this to somebody it sounds nice :)

Bonny said...

This is breathtaking...I want to memorize it so I can carry it with me all of the time.

Thank you.

russ. said...

Omg, beautifully written & exactly what I need now. Thanks Iain, you're awesome

Jessica said...

I adore the way you use language. You write beautifully. Thank you for that.

White_Rose said...

Beautiful
Also ironic in a sense because I had my first driving lesson today :)

myphotographer said...

It feels like I am constantly at a Crossroads in my life.

I stop. Look left. Look right. Look left again. Move on.

Oscar Wilde - “A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth glancing at.”

Benjamin said...

This is the first time I've felt like you are, in fact, writing this for me. thank you so much.