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Nov 2012 · 828
Beyond The Vale Of Tears
Come with me,
To the shore among the stars.

Out on the shining crystal waves,
A safe haven awaits.

Beyond the vale of tears.
Nov 2012 · 372
Rain
You hear it first.
The weeping of the clouds,
As they shatter on the ground,
Like little beads of glass.

Listen once again
To the pouring of the rain.
Nov 2012 · 332
Rain
You hear it first.
The weeping of the clouds,
As they shatter on the ground,
Like little beads of glass.

Listen once again
To the pouring of the rain.
Nov 2012 · 994
Looks
I look up at him,
He looks away,
Do you thinks he feels the same?

I can feel his eyes pulsing into me.
I look up again.
He wasn't looking.
Or was he?
What is he thinking?

He looks up at me.
Our eyes meet.
My checks flush with pink.
I look away.
What is he thinking?

What i'm I thinking?
Nov 2012 · 924
Left behind.
He walked away,
But will he return?
I cannot say.
I hope he will one day,

For life without him seems incomplete,
How could you leave your family sweet?
What did we do, to lose you?
What did we do?
What did we do?
Nov 2012 · 598
Darkness
Darkness may come ,
The rain may fall.
Whats there to believe,
If you've lost it all?

Trust in yourself and the world my be free.
The darkness will have no hold on thee.
Nov 2012 · 605
Watch
Watch, as the yellow circle of life falls down past the horizon.
Watch, as the light of the world seeps into darkness.
Watch, as the land of shadow forms leaving all in a never ending night.
Watch , as that land is here only to be met by the pale light of the rising moon.
A light that shines not to show you the way ,
For your way can often be lost.
But shines to show you the path will soon become clearer and brighter as the sun rises the next day,
As it will forever.
Nov 2012 · 438
Under Sea.
Silents and the beauty of the sea within,
Shinning blue and lack of wind.
The dark of night brings waves of stars,
The moon light I wish was ours,

A fortress of glass from a mysterious past,
Under sea trees call out to me,
Bending and dancing in a non existing breeze,
Beauty is all I see,
In the silents of the under seas.

— The End —