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Wakefulness has come to be A pale respite, a poignant dream Reality has paled and ceased To be of real devoir to me. Amongst the living, I trail the dead That intone from the Netherlands And in their voices, they do spread The need to meet their languished hands. There in the dusk's cerulean shores Towards the night's sapphire core from Whence winged creatures dart and soar I sleep to leave what I abhor. With Morpheus I cast aside The shell from which by day reside In chiaroscuro paradise I lift my head to meet your eyes. By day you're nothing, dust and ash And memories that shall not last By night, draw breath, return to me, Come back to life within my dreams. *Original, Un-rhymed Notes: The waking world has become surreal After everything that's happened All things are a pale shade of what they used to be Those that aren't here call out to me louder than the scores of the living I feel them, carried with me Clinging, pulling me back towards dreams. I see them there, whole and unscathed*
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Dreams (My Lenore.)
Wakefulness has come to be A pale respite, a poignant dream Reality has paled and ceased To be of real devoir to me. Amongst the living, I trail the dead That intone from the Netherlands And in their voices, they do spread The need to meet their languished hands. There in the dusk's cerulean shores Towards the night's sapphire core from Whence winged creatures dart and soar I sleep to leave what I abhor. With Morpheus I cast aside The shell from which by day reside In chiaroscuro paradise I lift my head to meet your eyes. By day you're nothing, dust and ash And memories that shall not last By night, draw breath, return to me, Come back to life within my dreams. *Original, Un-rhymed Notes: The waking world has become surreal After everything that's happened All things are a pale shade of what they used to be Those that aren't here call out to me louder than the scores of the living I feel them, carried with me Clinging, pulling me back towards dreams. I see them there, whole and unscathed*
#sleep#loss#dreams
sarah-spang
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sarah-spang
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
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