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I saw you in dream, We walked together, Kaleidoscopic, Like truly it had once been, The comfort of always you in hand, The sun's caress, the open skies, A secret valley, fields beyond The first breaking, Dawns perfection, Then music, newly made Played on, seeping A soft étude of warm drops, Rain so gently dripping, The whole meadow began to move, Yellow butterflies and red winged warblers Wafting round circuitous, ceremonious, Soothed in simple harmony, We made our barefoot way, Toes in the sands, Passed lofty streams, came upon Golden gleams, glens, surprised By lake shores seams and slowly, Without fortune, gazed Into the creaking sadness Of blue Reflections. Suddenly, we slid, fell Amid rolling tears Filling our eyes, And my hands reached Out into nothingness . . . Demise, You, Vapourized. I awoke into steadfast Silence and smoke Of low, deepest night, Tarnish taste of sloe Burn and cold blackness, Hopeless, banished, Before the running after fall, Near inklings of those Only, once known, Unblemished, Hues, fading, Lost, Colours.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
Only Dream
I saw you in dream, We walked together, Kaleidoscopic, Like truly it had once been, The comfort of always you in hand, The sun's caress, the open skies, A secret valley, fields beyond The first breaking, Dawns perfection, Then music, newly made Played on, seeping A soft étude of warm drops, Rain so gently dripping, The whole meadow began to move, Yellow butterflies and red winged warblers Wafting round circuitous, ceremonious, Soothed in simple harmony, We made our barefoot way, Toes in the sands, Passed lofty streams, came upon Golden gleams, glens, surprised By lake shores seams and slowly, Without fortune, gazed Into the creaking sadness Of blue Reflections. Suddenly, we slid, fell Amid rolling tears Filling our eyes, And my hands reached Out into nothingness . . . Demise, You, Vapourized. I awoke into steadfast Silence and smoke Of low, deepest night, Tarnish taste of sloe Burn and cold blackness, Hopeless, banished, Before the running after fall, Near inklings of those Only, once known, Unblemished, Hues, fading, Lost, Colours.
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Irish
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
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