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Midnight Dreamers

Led to the River
Cold and pale
The specter breaths in
Sorrow and gale
And lunar wings glow...
In the light of the Moon

He can see a face
Reflected on the sea
With tears on soft cheeks
And in the haze and morning dew
He's feeling her breath...
Feeling her breath...

They lived in love and death
Is what all will say
As they lie in their young graves
Oh, midnight dreamers...
Oh, midnight dreamers...

Rose-bud boughs hang low
Grey and dead
And the forest's violets
Crown her head
The flowers fade...
Kissed by the shade of the world

She can see a moth
Sitting upon the tree
As wind blows in
From the blue sea
And upon numb lips it does land
She's holding her breath...
Holding her breath...

They lived in love and death
Is what all will say
As they lie in their young graves
Oh, midnight dreamers...
Oh, midnight dreamers...

Raised so high
Yet they fell so far
Brittle promises crash
Against closed stone doors
Petals turn from black to red
As tears are dried from her eyes
Graced by the light of the sun
These words will never be undone

They lived in love and death
Is what all will say
As they lie in their young graves
Oh, midnight dreamers...
Oh, midnight dreamers...

Oh, midnight dreamers...
Midnight...dreamers...

Author notes

This is an old one that I wrote a while back about a dream I had. It is related to some of my earlier poems. This one means a lot to me, and I really hope you like it.

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