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Remnants of moonlight whisper over the barren cement
Where no warm footstep has tread,
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The tug of war raging on for centuries
Continues against the backdrop of my cracked soul
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In the warm embrace of the rosy past / Dreams flourish and dance / Sensuously clouds glide by / Disguising the hurt so long ago felt / Now sublimely changed / / I am the dancer / Dancing to a tune only I know
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But bring me the night
My lover
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Reflecting on the past The haunting image fills my mind
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so when they open me up you see my scars
i want you to see the pathways labeled neatly
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My spring has lost its step.
Naivety, my fountain of youth, has gone
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At peace for the first time in a long time
knowing of my awakening.
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You steal the voice from my throat
as my mouth is suspended in a silent protest
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The drop of water ushers in the present,
Falling outside my window, the bomb drops of fat rain.
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Like spying upon Medusa would turn you,
as your heart already is…to stone.
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glistening with tears
hold me closer...
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Each light lives its journey, its path unknown
Yet connected they are without benefit of sight
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My reflection sits unbroken against the onyx lake not so long ago
This moment carrying the weight of importance
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The water deafening, screaming at me in its approach
The wave pushing the weak barrier of my soul
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and with the grip of death ripped out the budding rose
oblivious to the thorns cutting
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I know I’m part of the miracle somehow….
Inhaling deep the morning scent of newness
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The pinprick of light once called hope burns my sun starved skin
When it dares peek over the wall of dread
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And there you are again, whisper soft utterances to my mind
Dreams and visions I know naught of, persisting
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She whispered in on white satin breezes
Soft hair shining of brushed gold
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Certainly a vision as I have next I’ve never seen
A clearing enchanted with magic; aglow with peace
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While tears shed drop on the pillow waiting specifically to catch them
Sadness permeates clouding the vision of beauty
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Gently like a lovers caress against my skin
It glides across me, the expert
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a diversion?
from the life that waits my presence...
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reminding me life continues on, at it's own pace
yet frozen for a moment in resurfaced memory
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time resounds like echoes on a rippling pond
struck by the pebble of life
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I sway in time to a song no one can hear
For it is spoken only in the heart.
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My puppeteer…to you I was but a toy
You played house with my heart
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For Rous and RomanticDreamer
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My cries had become the message of seeking
Before I knew I had sent them
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Once I made my evidence, offered my plea
To deaf ears, solemn soul
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My weakness revealed
Will glint off the fallen mirror shard
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wind whispers moans equal to sorrow
swept drapes kiss the wood floor barren
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Dreams of cool days gone by
Attended by the sun and wet sprinklers
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