Just a few steps further
Lies a row of graves on the hill
Where angels and demons alike
Have either been put to rest
Or laid to waste,
Each lined with a hardened rose in bloom.
Separated by the oceans of betrayal
Dwell the self-serving prophets
Of an otherwise forsaken world
Where even Fate turned its back,
And somehow it all makes sense.
The mornings tempest darkens
The already tormented sky
As golden sunlight penetrates
Very small holes to strike the land
In spots that can never be reached.
He walks in the garden
Of perpetual past time mementos,
Alone in his dreamworld,
Consciously wishing to stay.
Comments
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The dreamer...
this is perfect Brandon....
the first stanza is very powerful...
...or laid to waste...
i love that...
does a dreamer such as you and i ever really want to come around to this cold hard world...
are we not safe in our cocoon of words and thoughts.
I will stay with you brother...
together we will rebuild this world ...theses lives...into poetry in motion...that turns around another sun ...in another time ...called ours.
Absolutely beautiful....
you just keep taking things to a higher level.....
and you take the reader along with you.
Great great job,
Liam
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