Sergio D'Amico

Some dreams are carved by hand,
Some dreams are sketched on sand,
And some dreams tend to fade,
into the loneliness of the shade.
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If I should wake up dead
once the seasons are gone and fed,
I will be as silent as a tree,
and your tears stream like rivers
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I woke up to a world of dreams,
a place where my thoughts
could live and run.
But you came alone
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Black is the Night
A beauty so divine
So holy a sight
Fire is revived
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I wait for time to pass
watching sand in the hour glass,
expecting to find you here,
time spent will never return.
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From the early hours that shaped my form
until the night when thoughts were born,
In a time where Heaven was still blue,
and words spoken were always true.
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I sit and watch a Blanket of Blue
and it dawns on me there is more than one hue
to help me express
my thoughts and desires for you.
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I am sitting on a chair,
not a very expensive chair,
yet i know it is not right,
that I never thanked her
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In your heart I plant the seeds,
With tears you nourish their needs
Let the leaves shelter your tender skin,
from emotions that burn from deep within.
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Dark Day, Bright night,
spears from heaven rip through
the curtains shielding my mind,
Now my eyes may see
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A candle burns in a room somewhere around,
as I search for it with a lingering frown,
for the day is at rest and I crave for the light,
to guide me beyond the perimeters of my life.
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I sail the Vessel towards my soul,
beyond the land where shines my moon,
I cross the mist to fill my thoughts
with tales of legends, a beauty sought.
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As I swim halfway across the living hope
I listen to the chains of life whisper to my soul,
they suggest to me that I am not alone in my quest
to reach my final goal, for there will exist
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As you throne the evening sky,
how mellow sounds a poet's cry,
In what dream have we capsized?
and what beauty immeasurably sized!
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I met God in a distant land,
His eyes were filled with the
void of a starless night,
His hair was long and coloured gold,
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Sometimes the world may be unkind,
for the thoughts that triggered off the crime,
lay buried deep in our minds,
sleeping tightly for some time
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Your hands are white and cold,
on every living creature they unfold,
in search of another bride,
to lay forever by your side.
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We were so Young when the doors
where flung open,
for we were unable to see
the visible sorrow of the shade
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The heavens grew dark at the ageing of the sky,
for it reflected the children's fright
when from the bottom of the sea,
it emerged with a killing spree.
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When Mother Earth and Daughter moon,
move together in subtle move,
Father Sun feeds them with his radiant spoon,
but one son grows weary of their ageing food.
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