Grace, 2 grudnia 2011
It was ominous and still
As I began to embark
On an aimless venture
Into the immersing dark.
Wandering through the forest
Exhausted and alone
My broken body ached
Straight to the bone
I lay beneath a tree
Sleep grew swiftly near
And I drifted into slumber
Wind whispering in my ear
A silver screen appeared
Into the depths of my mind
My thoughts were a theater
A dream started to unwind
As the dream descended
A crystal lake came to sight
With a woman in the water
Surrounded in shimmering light
To beautiful for words
So it shall remain untold
Draped in a cloak of silver silk
With a pendant of white gold.
A melody escaped her lips
Such a sweet siren song
My heart urged me forward
And my foolish feet followed along.
As I drew closer
The scenery changed
The water grew murky
The trees deranged
She reached in her cloak
And removed from beneath
A deafly drawn dagger
Yanked from it’s sheath
She grazed my chest
And I uttered a scream
I quickly awoke
T’was merely a dream
I stumbled home
And flung open the door
To find a gold pendant
Sprawled out on my floor
Her song plays over
Nothing is as it seems
My sanity shatters
Was it merely a dream?
Grace, 2 grudnia 2011
So many unbearable days
since I've seen your sweet face.
Tears stream down my cheeks,
filled with sorrow's bitter taste.
Do I ever cross your mind
as the minutes tick away
Thoughts and promises of you
fill my mind everyday.
Uncountable miles between us
Why must you be so far.
Just remember I'll always love you
no matter where you are.
Your amazing smile
embedded in my heart.
Despite the cruel distance
We'll never be torn apart.
As people try to sell you lies
know for certain this is true
near, far, wherever you are,
I will always love you.
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