Under the faint moonlight
and the sweet song of the rain,
take away the sorrows,
fill with love the pain.
Be my sole redemption.
Be my heart again.
These words my dear affection
and else you shall obtain.
Sing me a sweet lullaby then
my world will all remain
with you.

On a hill overlooking the sea,
wild-flowers grow
with ambrosia and honey.
The breeze brushes
our cheeks. Touch
my hand clasped with yours in such
poignant confidence. As more than
a memory you’ll remain
here.

In your dreams,

I’m waiting there;

to visit me,

to show me where.

That little throb

from your chest –

remove your fears

and begin our quest!

Wisdom and Faith,

it’ll be our strength

to surmount all

that Hades sent.

And then, one day,

we shall return

to the distant hill,

from where we learned.

But if in your dream’s

where we only meet,

please wake not

and forever sleep.

I’ll do the same

so never fret –

we’ll be together

since this sunset.

The heat of the blazing sun  
will be nothing  
from the gentle breeze of  
your calm and soothing voice.  

The agitated sand and dirt, flying,  
will be pacified,  
from then, time shall freeze and so is  
all the noise.    

What shall remain are  
the tunes you play on your piano;  
the twinkling sound  
of youth, of exuberance,            
          for in every hill or sea,        
          every cloud, flower or tree,  
you shall be eternity --            
          every breath,            
          every scent,  

every note            
          of my unsung melody.

Marvellous,

Ethereal glow in my *****,

Lingering… why do you linger in

Another space and time?

Nature perceives things you ought (and i

Caught) to hide in the silhouette of an illusion – a seemingly heaven or

Hell!

Oh, **** the repression! verdant

Love! impress me, suppress

You.

(like all firsts, you
may bet)
it hurts        (but
through the second, third, fourth and nth)


time
(it does the) hurts
all the more,     just
to make it


perfect; to seem as though

    magic


my heart    (could be red
not for)

it bled
for you


more    (for it is
     more)    than


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