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I'm gonna run away
to a place where no one can find me,
and under the shade of trees
and between cracks in the rocks
and the green stems of bursting flowers,
life will be found.

and the truth will soar
across the land,
presiding in everything with a presence
and life will come out of its burrows,
breathing in fresh crisp air
of a crystalline universe,

and we'd all get along,
always questioning the sincerity
of right and wrong,
of what really matters,
knowing nothing ever lasts
so change is more important,

because we were made to dream,
but our dreams
will never match up,
and understanding this
would make everything okay.

and I still want someone
to love and be loved,
it's still a great miracle
to unite two
and grant a world
where each unique love,
blossoms and thrives.

I'm gonna find
that place where life thrives,
and once I do, I will come back
and bring you all *home.
And in this world
where everything matters,
yet nothing is real,
I am lost.

A coward is among the brave,
the brave who shine for something
even when they might be wrong,
all that matters
is that they shine.

But I don't want to,
I feel tired and dull
with an aching in my chest,
a longing in my mind
to be set free,

free from known boundaries,
where I'm told to sit and just wait
for my dreams to arrive,
like ships on an orange horizon,
drifting about endlessly,
but never making it
onto my shore.

And in this world
where everything matters,
yet nothing is real,
I am lost.
The little I can translate into words this evening.
Happy Valentine's Day.
 Feb 2017 Mysidian Bard
Dhaara T
Under the naked tree
They saw each other drenched in silver moonlight
Revelling in a mad dance of love
Echoing moans through the night

Two lost souls
Had found one another
To lose themselves
To each other

They'd found their spot
Where not a being would intervene
So there, they reunited, each night
Sparking a silent fire, in this place so serene

Under the naked tree
Revelling in each other's sight
Began a mad dance of love
Echoing moans through the night

Tides rose, and winds spooked passers-by
As from him, sweet kisses, she stole
A soul, free from the binds of its corpse
Had just found another, to make her a whole
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