This warm night has never been any colder
for my heart gravely wonders:
is tomorrow's day worth living under?
why, we do struggle against the shackles.. against shackles that refuse to shatter
wary dreams they slowly crack, until they no longer last...
thick poison creeps in between, fed by the day that hold our dreams
gone they would be...gone when million gentle eyes shift over...and get replaced by an accusing glare that blister
and so, I pray for the souls that dwells, hidden and safe, within the night's embrace:
"May the night bless you with unbreakable dreams, for they shall help you remain sane"
From behind locks and hidden keys, our souls stalk relentlessly,
bidding time that wont surrender easily,
on knees we kneel, our hands try to conceal, the fissure that wont simply disappear,
from a surface that once used to be so clean, but now reflects a distorted shadow so unclear
but within it we can still see blazing lightnings.. we can still hear mighty thunders.. and clouds that bleed boisterous anger
blood drops down on the carpet, as our hands try to collect the jagged pieces
we feel precious pearls fall down from our faces, and a sudden earth quack that shake the surrounding spaces
glancing out from our revealing windows, we see a quite sole witness
a smear of white on a sheet of gentle blackness, like a pretty painting on a canvass
calming our troubled conscious, and giving us another purpose
and so we claim it, this beautiful unfading constant...a dream to behold, with teeth and claws
a dream that sails down the stream of our broken dreams
a dream that will keep us sane!
Now, this cold night has never been any warmer,
as I set and ponder, in front of the sea of wonders
the wind carries their whispers, whispers and answers
our eyes gleam in laughter, and we dance for the dream we captured
we have finally found a constant anchor..a dream that lives within our broken dreams
May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 7:28 PM UTC
This warm night has never been any colder
for my heart gravely wonders:
is tomorrow's day worth living under?
why, we do struggle against the shackles.. against shackles that refuse to shatter
wary dreams they slowly crack, until they no longer last...
thick poison creeps in between, fed by the day that hold our dreams
gone they would be...gone when million gentle eyes shift over...and get replaced by an accusing glare that blister
and so, I pray for the souls that dwells, hidden and safe, within the night's embrace:
"May the night bless you with unbreakable dreams, for they shall help you remain sane"
From behind locks and hidden keys, our souls stalk relentlessly,
bidding time that wont surrender easily,
on knees we kneel, our hands try to conceal, the fissure that wont simply disappear,
from a surface that once used to be so clean, but now reflects a distorted shadow so unclear
but within it we can still see blazing lightnings.. we can still hear mighty thunders.. and clouds that bleed boisterous anger
blood drops down on the carpet, as our hands try to collect the jagged pieces
we feel precious pearls fall down from our faces, and a sudden earth quack that shake the surrounding spaces
glancing out from our revealing windows, we see a quite sole witness
a smear of white on a sheet of gentle blackness, like a pretty painting on a canvass
calming our troubled conscious, and giving us another purpose
and so we claim it, this beautiful unfading constant...a dream to behold, with teeth and claws
a dream that sails down the stream of our broken dreams
a dream that will keep us sane!
Now, this cold night has never been any warmer,
as I set and ponder, in front of the sea of wonders
the wind carries their whispers, whispers and answers
our eyes gleam in laughter, and we dance for the dream we captured
we have finally found a constant anchor..a dream that lives within our broken dreams
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