weightless leaves,
harbingers of boreal winds,
how fleeting flow the days
and how long follow the nights
but i keep them close,
the lights that still smile
into my fragile nocturnes
and hold me in their arms.
they are
a song of river streams,
a melody of lemon fireflies
where
the image of us
is mirrored
in the realm
of infinite summer.
where
we are wild and free.
harbingers of boreal winds,
how fleeting flow the days
and how long follow the nights
but i keep them close,
the lights that still smile
into my fragile nocturnes
and hold me in their arms.
they are
a song of river streams,
a melody of lemon fireflies
where
the image of us
is mirrored
in the realm
of infinite summer.
where
we are wild and free.
centuries
of dreamlike flowers
were gone
and returned
to where the sun
beautifies
your dawn
and i speak
by early shades
smiling to you
in blue dreams
the storm
is my soul
the shelter
is your heart
yet
i still find
light
to answer you
with stories
of ancient rays
so
you linger
and you fly
so close to me
along
a sacred wind
where i found
exile
away from time
of dreamlike flowers
were gone
and returned
to where the sun
beautifies
your dawn
and i speak
by early shades
smiling to you
in blue dreams
the storm
is my soul
the shelter
is your heart
yet
i still find
light
to answer you
with stories
of ancient rays
so
you linger
and you fly
so close to me
along
a sacred wind
where i found
exile
away from time
i paint the dawn
in cinnamons and ginger reds,
a blizzard of purple flowers
across the quiet meadow
of birthing lights,
sparkling river mist
and the rustling
of emerald leaves,
birds singing
a joyous aubade
above the silver wine
of petaled dew.
i shape the sun like heart,
clouds like graceful swans
along the azure flow
of serenity
and if the valley outside
awakens to sorrow,
the day becomes
a soft watercolored wind
sailing within the sweetness
of mysterious dreams.
in cinnamons and ginger reds,
a blizzard of purple flowers
across the quiet meadow
of birthing lights,
sparkling river mist
and the rustling
of emerald leaves,
birds singing
a joyous aubade
above the silver wine
of petaled dew.
i shape the sun like heart,
clouds like graceful swans
along the azure flow
of serenity
and if the valley outside
awakens to sorrow,
the day becomes
a soft watercolored wind
sailing within the sweetness
of mysterious dreams.
she remains starless
where aches fade and leave
but she lets them leave
to breathe again
and to live.
she speaks in languages
trees and seas understand
bowing to the sun
and shaping days into fairytales
saying
she needs an escape or may be
another alien summer.
or may be
an embrace
where aches fade and leave
but she lets them leave
to breathe again
and to live.
she speaks in languages
trees and seas understand
bowing to the sun
and shaping days into fairytales
saying
she needs an escape or may be
another alien summer.
or may be
an embrace
breathe the flame of your smile
upon her dreams that knew no home
and wounds that surrendered to no healer.
play a blue guitar song
until the stars dance in golden unison
to the tune of glory and wonder
basking in the glow of your heart.
see forever in her eyes
without words or memories
and sing tenderly
during hours of pale dawn
until her broken piano keys
play the melody of joy
and the sky delivers you
into her loving arms.
upon her dreams that knew no home
and wounds that surrendered to no healer.
play a blue guitar song
until the stars dance in golden unison
to the tune of glory and wonder
basking in the glow of your heart.
see forever in her eyes
without words or memories
and sing tenderly
during hours of pale dawn
until her broken piano keys
play the melody of joy
and the sky delivers you
into her loving arms.
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