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I saw leaves through window glass They blew in wind, inviting. Has my own summer come to pass? In the sky, the sun is ling’ring Ever beaming, it stays bright And my heart remembers singing. Sing the song of a summer night, The darkness looks for a way in. Run, run, run! – It will be alright. What keeps my heart beating within? Is peace merely transient? Fleeting from place to place on whims? Is this light truly capricious? Will it leave me in winter? Will I be more alive, or less? I died in my own skin, from fear. I trudg’d through months, not breathing With darkness whisp’ring in my ear. But this, this new state of being Promises bright tomorrows – It sings of a future something. These moments of light, I borrow – But to return or to keep? Can it be filled, this black hollow? Is this a dream, do I still sleep? Will all this be gone so soon? Will I awake to snow and sleet? For too long, I talked to the moon Just the two of us, alone. I said: “Maybe I will join you” Unmoving, still it brightly shone; “The sky is no place to be, Stars keep solitary thrones.” I think I am still trapped – not free. Summer flits beyond my grasp But, for now – at least I can see.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Dreaming Through The Glass
I saw leaves through window glass They blew in wind, inviting. Has my own summer come to pass? In the sky, the sun is ling’ring Ever beaming, it stays bright And my heart remembers singing. Sing the song of a summer night, The darkness looks for a way in. Run, run, run! – It will be alright. What keeps my heart beating within? Is peace merely transient? Fleeting from place to place on whims? Is this light truly capricious? Will it leave me in winter? Will I be more alive, or less? I died in my own skin, from fear. I trudg’d through months, not breathing With darkness whisp’ring in my ear. But this, this new state of being Promises bright tomorrows – It sings of a future something. These moments of light, I borrow – But to return or to keep? Can it be filled, this black hollow? Is this a dream, do I still sleep? Will all this be gone so soon? Will I awake to snow and sleet? For too long, I talked to the moon Just the two of us, alone. I said: “Maybe I will join you” Unmoving, still it brightly shone; “The sky is no place to be, Stars keep solitary thrones.” I think I am still trapped – not free. Summer flits beyond my grasp But, for now – at least I can see.
#hope#summer
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rachel-katerina
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
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