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Mar 2018
Fires at midnight, Oceans of black light
Visions
Infecting my dreams with those Faery Tale wishes
And I start to wonder
What makes it real?
How can I know
When true love draws near?
Time is so tortuous, waiting and wanting
Hourglass spun backwards, Sand flowing upwards
Higher and higher
Into endless oblivion

Constellations, Revelations
Struggling for a bit of patience
Those lonely times when I
Stare at the sky
Squinting hard to see the future
A shooting star can’t give the answer
But maybe it could bring some luck
I search
For my reflection in the mirror
But I’m lost forever
On the other side

A touch of power, the Witching Hour
Destiny singing
In the aqua moonlight
But what if destiny
Goes astray?
When the opportunity passes by
And that one person before our eyes
For weeks or years we never realize
Till every moment’s gone away
One chance at magic
And the spell fails

Castles come crashing, dreams go on dying
Clouds keep amassing, no silver lining
I’m sometimes afraid
There’s no fate at all
No magic
No meant to be; No cards
It’s not written in the stars
Just an empty illusion
Teasing with its taste of Heaven
A perfect impression
Of nothing at all

Lightning and pain, Tears in the rain
Those shattered promises cast from above
What of True Love?
The kind that turns your soul inside out
With desperate longing
Rips apart your sense of belonging
Endlessly keeping you
Awake at night, dreaming all day
Panic stabbing when it might be lost
Joy erupting when it might be real
Is there no such thing?

Crescent full spun, eclipsing the Sun
Am I the only one?
There must be someone out there
Who never
Looks the future in the face
Who listens for the sweetest whisper
Who always feels a bit out of place
There must be, somewhere, some way
But Somewhere isn’t on my map
And no calendar is marked with Someday
And I can’t really know

It’s all just foolish scheming
Thinkful wishing, Star-lit dreaming
And I’m tired, lost without a prayer
And I’m tired of the game
Cause games
Are only fun for those who don’t care
But I know there’s someone out there
Just beyond the Misty Lane
And I shudder, now I dare think it’s true
That maybe it’s you
Maybe it’s you
Michael
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Michael  45/M/Virginia
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