Azriel Dreams

Rookie (Died in a Fire and reborn as a Reaper / A Town called Passion)

New England. - Poem by Azriel Dreams

I am free and letting go
to see and build anew
Bliss in life I envisage
to see trees and willows

Country lanes are us
free with fields that flow
Mustard seeds planted swaying in the wind
is William Blake's England sorely missed

Bring me my bow of burning gold
bring me my chariots of desire
I missed you England
I shall love you my heart and not let go

Can she see what and whom I am
see with desire without being slammed
Past's passed repast shows
can we forgive and last

This is up to two no singular demands can ensue
be this wrong or right
I put faith in my love
May God make it last

England and she is my love
to chance again with trust and forgiveness in my heart
Let her lead and choose
happy birthday, let's not lose

Sleep well you can never believe
there's no change and this is the true me
I fought and lost
now I'll let go at last

I am selfish and see myself
great and good at last
A man made of better steel
to bring love to us as I kneel

Think twice before you talk poorly
let's live a future not a past
Live in love and kindness
that is for sure and without any blindness

We are we and that can be
it's up to us and that we shall see
to work toward trust and respect
to bring a child upon England green


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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