Post by backstreetdreamer on Nov 17, 2011 9:12:21 GMT -5
Where she lay down there was no light,
a pinpoint of infinite night
That seemed to reach out nonetheless
between each page of emptiness,
And yet her eyes were sanctified,
two spectral entities that plied
The edges of eternity
like angels on an endless sea,
Immersed in shade they slowly drift,
the sands of time were their own gift
Through age on age, through thought on thought
yet still the dream could not be caught.
Night’s rosary lay by her side
As through her fingers, glass beads glide
Like fingers on some ancient clock
The keys to life’s eternal lock,
Releasing every rhythmic note
That keeps the song of souls afloat,
And at the limits of her reach
She saw a book upon a beach
That opened as she breathed soft sighs
And on a page, no where or whys ,
But dreams that stared right back at her
And made her heart begin to stir.
She tried to come back from the dark
But all its shades had made their mark,
So she came back another way
Through tunnels to a distant day
That made her shield her eyes again
From rainbow bridges on the rain,
Yet some Prayers call out from the night
For dreams of gold and silver bright,
As she cast runes and sang strange tunes
Remembering the long gone moons
That lit her way to where she slept
Sometimes dreams are a promise kept…
a pinpoint of infinite night
That seemed to reach out nonetheless
between each page of emptiness,
And yet her eyes were sanctified,
two spectral entities that plied
The edges of eternity
like angels on an endless sea,
Immersed in shade they slowly drift,
the sands of time were their own gift
Through age on age, through thought on thought
yet still the dream could not be caught.
Night’s rosary lay by her side
As through her fingers, glass beads glide
Like fingers on some ancient clock
The keys to life’s eternal lock,
Releasing every rhythmic note
That keeps the song of souls afloat,
And at the limits of her reach
She saw a book upon a beach
That opened as she breathed soft sighs
And on a page, no where or whys ,
But dreams that stared right back at her
And made her heart begin to stir.
She tried to come back from the dark
But all its shades had made their mark,
So she came back another way
Through tunnels to a distant day
That made her shield her eyes again
From rainbow bridges on the rain,
Yet some Prayers call out from the night
For dreams of gold and silver bright,
As she cast runes and sang strange tunes
Remembering the long gone moons
That lit her way to where she slept
Sometimes dreams are a promise kept…
it aloud to take the perfect rhyme and rhythm in, suddenly tears did well up. It is so beautiful, thank you! Ulla xx
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echoes, hope you all are doing well 
