Violet
The Utopian Syndicate
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Ghost
Mar 28, 2011 19:17:42 GMT -8
Post by Violet on Mar 28, 2011 19:17:42 GMT -8
On the twighlight of my dreams, Time stands still Not even the Heavens will compare to the moment his spirit dances with mine He has sprinkled rain on my desolate face and from his affection all that's left is for me to flourish in his wake What have i in my possesion to give, for the perfect gift of him? What else can i give but myself All there is for me is surrender To lay down my arms I will build a soundless place for him to rest I will be as the meadow is sweet I will be the passion of the waves that pound the shore I will bend the night to meet his sleeping form laid in silent, slow inertia I will brush the seas with my fingertips and command the winds to bring me closer So that i can pay silent homage to a silhouette that which only a poet could dream I will lay there like a ghost with him untill i feel the dawn pulling at my invisible strings Perfection embodied will turn and stare out of his window as i am drawn unwillingly away And a silver trail of tears will be left where my dreams lay
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