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marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
What is....... The meaning of this same dream, Where I soar across the burning templates of the skies, Grasping the wings of red doves While torching the Heaven's blue skies with fire; This reflective mood Burns into my heart like a cooling comet, Before settling and hardening like black ice; I plead with my tarnished soul to flee my sight, In the hopes that my prayers will end my plight-- My twin in life only smiles and nods Before bidding farewell out of spite not love. What is...... The truth when it becomes a lie To a man it is like tears that do not dry Or like the fear of a broken heart; It is a pitiful thing for a man to fear, Even in this abyss to which I have sunken But pity does not favor the fallen and trodden, It only laughs and scoffs when the heart provokes; So I hide under giant poplar leaves to hide my shame Then run through the darkness to mock my fear. What is...... Sleep to the dreamer For it is a formality to death That steals the thoughts of the evening's shadow And buries good memories before the day's first light; So alone I pray again Like everyday since I awoke, That sleep will not harness the thoughts of my soul, Making promises the dawn will never keep; If the bosom of God would comfort my sorrow, I would not shed tears when my eyes do weary; What is reality when it is my dreams I fear? Marcel |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
I liked this |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
My twin in life only smiles and nods Before bidding farewell out of spite not love. This was one of the greats....incredible writing |
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