Saturday, 13 September 2014

variations.

Tell soft of dreams, of painted taste
drink cold nights slow
through everlasting haste
beat still the hearts of dying time
lost told the love of never-mind

speak sweet of steam, dream stars by cold
cry heartbeats lost along the river's shore
drown lost in light of stories never told
speak sweet of steam
through waste of our ephemeral dream

pass low through screams of dying night
sink soft through songs of thinking sand
burn bright away the self love does demand

fall low to altars of his burning face

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newborn dawn of dreams
untold stories of a skin
speaks starlight low
dreams darkness long
drink cold nights slow

drowns in light of stories left untold
beats still the hearts of dying time
finds daybright close
lost told the love of never-mind

Cry heartbeats waste along the river's shore
see long dead life by dreamish light
though hearts stay shadowed torn
long dead through sunlit brite

deep into the bleeding river of our hearts
shadowed on the edge of flesh's pallor
sleep slow the death of our eternal night

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condensed this into that small piece? seems like it.


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