A broken poet

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Prologue to the dream

Wish I could venture to the place
Where you live all your dreams
Where the distance isn't so far
Fairytales mature into reality
And nothing is how it seems
Wher our enemies are few and controllable
Willing to lead us to a greater cause
To let us be what we feel like
And our every motion stirs up applause
Where we can tread flowers, mountains
Or sail the lakes of affection
To be alone and within our company
Where to faces bare our own reflections

A galaxy that explodes
With each act of romance
Tiredness fleets away as we lead
Supernoves and blackholes to dance with our minds
Or escape to the moons silent surface
Reading more in each glance, one could image
Where our hands lock loosely
And I'm bothered by only your vision
Where I'm not a person why
Or one of mirky detail
But like a knight in polished armour
Clinging to his maiden frail
Where I'm with you
To my minds utmost expanse
Being able to spy you
With the slightest wink or glance

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