Two worlds, cruel fate, two worlds apart.
Don't cry my dear, when it gets dark
We'll build a bridge across the stars
To mountains, moons and golden hearts.
...
Through golden leaves, through arms that twist,
Through crooked fingers spectrums split,
To reveal the scars of an ancient tryst
Softly veiled in morning mist.
...
What is Love?
Is it the whisper of a word on the breath of the air and the
shape of a face cut in the clouds?
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Children playing are seldom seen
On the barren moors remoted greens,
And each night a chilling scream
Wakes a mother from a haunted dream.
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Planted seed, baby rose,
Help me heal and help me grow.
Watered seed, budding rose,
Build me up, flesh and bone.
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The Armies marched with banging drums
That made ill the streams, made black the dreams.
The Armies marched with cracking horns,
Each soldier robed in robes of green.
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Bare; on the grim horizon blow
The weeping, wailing winds of woe.
The individual crying in the wilderness,
The frail voice of Winter's sorrow.
...
The melancholy within these veins,
The soft lament upon the breeze.
The daffodil wilting in the rain,
The tears bound for Sorrow's slave.
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Tired of the battle the will that held fast
Surrendered and fell into silence at last.
The angels were singing the songs of the fall,
The verses all written in blood on the walls.
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A Bridge Across The Stars
Two worlds, cruel fate, two worlds apart.
Don't cry my dear, when it gets dark
We'll build a bridge across the stars
To mountains, moons and golden hearts.