IN The Comfort Of My Dreams II
I close my eyes, in the comfort of my dreams;
Walking through the land, next to the stream.
Here I sit, remembering the past;
Wondering how long, will my love for you last?
I hear the bird's song and the rustling of leaves;
Tears come to eyes and it's you I can't see.
The sky so soothing, with its whites and blue;
Is there someone, somewhere, that can give me a clue?
Though comfort is welcome, in the memories I hold;
Without you beside me, my body grows cold.
The pain swells deep, growing heavy at my core;
Searching for ways to move on, to survive this war.
For I find myself alone, my dreams torn apart;
Forced to move on, my futures now dark.
Was once an escape here, this land in my head;
Where I tell you I love you, but the real world-goes unsaid.
I inhale deeply and it's your fragrant I smell;
Memories cascading, how do I escape this hell?
My dreams are suppose to be, a place with no pain;
But now they find me, simply going insane.
So how do I stop loving you and get you out of my head;
Break the ties that bids us, how do I cut this thread?
For like the mountain I see, in the climate of my dreams;
I stand alone for all time, for now as it seems.
As I walk here alone, remembering my past;
The sounds of nature's call, no longer do last.
Trees have grown silent, standing ever so still;
The air a dead calm, as the land becomes ill.
Looking this way and that, and to my eyes I see;
Cherished moments in time, being torn at the seams.
The sun that once shined here, lasting all through the day;
Replaced by darkness, as the land begins to decay.
The warmth that blanketed me, and held me so tight;
Has slipped away forever, with the coming of night.
A matter of time, for all good things come to an end;
Love ever lasting, who said this and when?
For the love that you had, was turned off one day;
Pretending for years, and then pulled away.
Blinded by love, for I wanted to believe;
That my bride was beside, how naive.
So with eyes closed, and heavy with heart;
Our roads cross no more, they stand apart.
You have moved on, with seemingly no remorse;
You did this to me, long before our divorce.
As time moves on, I hope and pray;
My love for you, will simply go away.
But as it stands now, the pain is too great;
Heart ripped apart, for I lost my soul mate.
So in this darken void, my prison to be;
I weep alone with thoughts, of you and me.
Laughter and love, now a thing of the past;
Love ever lasting now shattered, like a glass...
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