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Forever whispered in depth it arises between the meaning on the horizon I catch a glimpse of history and fate within a breath and heaven's gate For which it denies the spirit that is alive inside the mind between the eyes mastery within another with limitless bounds it dances it sings alive in hollowed ground Can not wait, can not take, another sigh, another taste Within these walls I feel the scream aching breathing eternity and so mote it be that with each breath it takes It cannot deliver, the promise it cannot make.   So nature will take what is rightfully hers, no longer asking to confer with the dancer on the river of the moon. Will the stone ever speak of me?  Of dreams, of life, of possibilities?  Will it convey my song, my smile, my dance, my style?   Will it whisper, will it scream? Will it stay silent, no truth gleaned? Brother and brother, lover and lover, creating another, over and over its haunted dreams of fate exist within every take.   Can not be, let it go, let another reap and sow. Blazing alive in eternity's sigh so that it may peacefully lie within the reach of the Oneiroi's sleep. So nature will take what is rightfully hers, no longer asking to confer with the dancer on the river of the moon.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
Dancer on the River of the Moon
Forever whispered in depth it arises between the meaning on the horizon I catch a glimpse of history and fate within a breath and heaven's gate For which it denies the spirit that is alive inside the mind between the eyes mastery within another with limitless bounds it dances it sings alive in hollowed ground Can not wait, can not take, another sigh, another taste Within these walls I feel the scream aching breathing eternity and so mote it be that with each breath it takes It cannot deliver, the promise it cannot make.   So nature will take what is rightfully hers, no longer asking to confer with the dancer on the river of the moon. Will the stone ever speak of me?  Of dreams, of life, of possibilities?  Will it convey my song, my smile, my dance, my style?   Will it whisper, will it scream? Will it stay silent, no truth gleaned? Brother and brother, lover and lover, creating another, over and over its haunted dreams of fate exist within every take.   Can not be, let it go, let another reap and sow. Blazing alive in eternity's sigh so that it may peacefully lie within the reach of the Oneiroi's sleep. So nature will take what is rightfully hers, no longer asking to confer with the dancer on the river of the moon.
Written while thinking of love while visiting Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah, Georgia
#love#death#dreams#eternity#mythology#haunted
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
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