when I am fast asleep
I dream again of you
the night is filled with stars
and love is young and new
...
there is a stairway only I can climb
without a light in darkness and alone
although I know that peace is waiting there
beyond a gate that must remain unknown
...
I will pretend fear can't exist
for heroes hide in fog and mist
the bloody wars and genocide
...
a seraph spoke to me
in riddles to confuse
I was already lost
so she did not amuse
...
horizontal rays of light
illuminate the stolid trees
swaying in a gentle breeze
...
when a storm sweeps in from the gulf
and pines and oaks toss their crowns
there is a harmony on the breeze
like a ballet in sky fire
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desire cannot be overcome
regardless of enlightenment
it can only be survived
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I hear the rumble of thunder
and I wish it would rain
rain brings life and hope
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I want to go back to the getaway shack
hidden away far from the town
and if I could go where the blackwaters flow
I'd wait for the sun to go down
...
The comfort of silence is a blessing.
The world is filled with noise.
Voices hiss and prattle
like wind in the pines,
...