Music: Fever Ray - Keep the Streets Empty for Me
Golden and crimson rays gently touch and move them from their sleep
awaken from a heavy dream,
slowly stirring, regaining their grasp of reality,
their senses out of the numbing blur they slept in
Soon realising
the soft, murmuring cries
were the shrieks and wails
of those sleeping, longing,
trialled souls
Slowly she awakens
to find the hand of her Beloved holding her
shaking her from her sleep
Now she can truly live
as mankind was always meant to
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-02-28 at 15:06
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First streaks of Dawn
Early dawnGolden and crimson rays gently touch and move them from their sleep
awaken from a heavy dream,
slowly stirring, regaining their grasp of reality,
their senses out of the numbing blur they slept in
Soon realising
the soft, murmuring cries
were the shrieks and wails
of those sleeping, longing,
trialled souls
Slowly she awakens
to find the hand of her Beloved holding her
shaking her from her sleep
Now she can truly live
as mankind was always meant to
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 412 times
Written on 2012-02-28 at 15:06
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