Open Poetry #35 |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Where did the sweet vision go, I'll follow, Into forest I don't know Down the narrow winding trail, I'll follow The fleeting beauty so pale That set my heart to pounding, I'll follow, Through ditch and corners rounding, Ignore the physical cost I'll follow Till I'm spent and find I'm lost, Very lost. Spirit lost When gone is vision of white, The falling And crawling In hopes of recaptured sight, Let me see Her beauty Once more before I am dead, I cry there In despair For all the feelings have fled, Very lost I fall deep into the night. Whisper me the new morning Arouse me from that mourning I fear the opening eyes To discover what is real, What is truth and what is lies If just a dreaming I feel. Gloom |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Whisper me the new morning Arouse me from that mourning I fear the opening eyes To discover what is real, What is truth and what is lies If just a dreaming I feel. Be very, very quiet, open your eyes slowly....maybe she wasn't a dream. Very nice. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
a heartfelt write |
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