Sunlight dances joyously upon an ocean of souls
That frollick and play carelessly amongst the white capped rolls
The chatter, and laugh, and gossip endlessly
Their past lives forgotten as they wreak havoc in eternity
...
There,
There is who am.
That little speck you see?
That little speck is me.
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He loves me!
She danced through the day
To a divine rhythm of love
Who would have thought?
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On the edge of a dream
She sits and waits
For the light to turn
Just right.
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Hold on tight to your delusions
Oh sweet friend that you once were
I'll not be the one to shatter
The dreams and ambitions
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Thunder that calls us all to battle
The power of the fight that hums through our veins,
Iron laced muscle covered in heated silk,
The surging body that heaves against the reins.
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Shadows that dance upon the walls,
And wander with you down death filled halls,
Their whispers and cries resound in your mind,
In webs of gossamer, your soul they bind
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Falling stars these memories from torn histories
Buffeted by the winds of time
Plummeting from the archives of the mind
Chased by music and out into the night
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So these are the dreams
That drift along streams
Running between barley and rye.
And although they’re not as they may seem
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