06-03-2015, 10:33 PM
Dreams
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A restful slumber, memories relived
as Echo's voice dances in the present.
A world in which false Muses lament
with tempest songs from clouded whispers.
Past and present troubles all but forgotten
as feathers cradle me like a mother’s breast.
These dreams of my making they do caress,
A temporary refuge from life's hurricane.
An epic voyage and I'm the hero
limitless and unbound in freedom.
These dreams are my coliseum, my theatre.
My personal universe, and I'm the maker.
Yet these things I see clearly crumble by reason,
A world of my making impossible to realise.
They remain but dreams, a personal treason.
Lies hidden in plain sight, discovered in waking.
A new born adventure that ends at its peek.
A Time not regretted but something unique.
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A restful slumber, memories relived
The sound of distant voices a mere echo.
Light, heat, a pleasant feeling on my cheek
Dreams of epic endeavours, and I’m the hero.
Past and present troubles, all but forgotten
As feathers cradle me like a mother’s breast.
A world of my own temperament, created.
These dreams of my making, they do caress.
Yet, these things I see clearly crumble by reason
A world of my making impossible to realise.
They remain but dreams, a personal treason.
Lies hidden in plain sight, discovered in waking.
Time not regretted, but a break from reality
An escape from normality and the fears of mortality.
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A restful slumber, memories relived
as Echo's voice dances in the present.
A world in which false Muses lament
with tempest songs from clouded whispers.
Past and present troubles all but forgotten
as feathers cradle me like a mother’s breast.
These dreams of my making they do caress,
A temporary refuge from life's hurricane.
An epic voyage and I'm the hero
limitless and unbound in freedom.
These dreams are my coliseum, my theatre.
My personal universe, and I'm the maker.
Yet these things I see clearly crumble by reason,
A world of my making impossible to realise.
They remain but dreams, a personal treason.
Lies hidden in plain sight, discovered in waking.
A new born adventure that ends at its peek.
A Time not regretted but something unique.
Original
A restful slumber, memories relived
The sound of distant voices a mere echo.
Light, heat, a pleasant feeling on my cheek
Dreams of epic endeavours, and I’m the hero.
Past and present troubles, all but forgotten
As feathers cradle me like a mother’s breast.
A world of my own temperament, created.
These dreams of my making, they do caress.
Yet, these things I see clearly crumble by reason
A world of my making impossible to realise.
They remain but dreams, a personal treason.
Lies hidden in plain sight, discovered in waking.
Time not regretted, but a break from reality
An escape from normality and the fears of mortality.