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Lullaby for the LostSleep tight, pale prince,
night has you...
and all the stars now cry your name
There will be no more tomorrows,
but all your yesterdays will still shine,
like diamonds in the dust.
Sleep tight, sweet love...
and the dark has claimed you,
once and for all.
Don't stir, but lie in peace,
in the eternal slumber.
Your dreams will be painted
in crimson and gold.
Painted in AutumnEmpty,
in this house of smashed windows,
she lies on the old, pine floor
and half-listens to the lullaby
weaved by the endless sorrow.
All her tears are hanging in the air,
just like pearls
and the silence wraps her tightly
like a veil.
painted in the blue and gold
of the late autumn afternoon.
There, she stays,
trapped in the glitter
of the spider webs and mist,
shined by the ailing sun.
but does she lives or has she ever lived,
no one knows.
Crucified by dreams,
this cracked china doll is waiting
for the tenebrous night to fall.
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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