I was sleeping where the black oaks move
A world where news traveled slowly
As our bodies rose, our names turned into light
A death place, shimmer.
Warning to children
A forsaken garden
A waterfall at night, the elixir
to an imaginary life.
Traveling through the dark
The dance of a stolen child-
A design for the costume of a minor divinity,
a lullaby for a familiar.
The golden gate aft
The earthly paradise.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
I was sleeping where the black oaks move
A world where news traveled slowly
As our bodies rose, our names turned into light
A death place, shimmer.
Warning to children
A forsaken garden
A waterfall at night, the elixir
to an imaginary life.
Traveling through the dark
The dance of a stolen child-
A design for the costume of a minor divinity,
a lullaby for a familiar.
The golden gate aft
The earthly paradise.
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