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Submerse me in dreams, and never wake me again.
See how she twirls within the shadow; the candle has died.
Gentle laughter filling the air as she plays with her ball of glass.
Suspended in a realm of eternity, she’s in need of an eternal companion.
Submerse me in dreams, and return to me my happiness.
Dreams of color and rays of light never to be seen in this world.
As the gentle wind of night flutters, her white dress carries her promise.
A duty unfulfilled until the end of time consumes her.
Pools of gold, forever burning into your heart; her smile is gentle and inviting.
The ribbon of red wrapped around your finger, like a satellite you gravitate to her.
Her shadow silent and forever behind her, even in the light of the dancing flame.
Graced with beauty and all things forbidden, the world in the palm of her hands.
Submerse me in dreams, and never wake me again.
Take me away and let the darkness remain eternally.
Gentle laughter filling the air as she plays with her ball of glass.
Dreams of color and rays of light are forbidden, here.
Submerse me in dreams, and return me to my happiness.
The lulling flame dancing gracefully like its creator, leading me onward.
As the gentle wind flutters, the moon shines in the lonely sky
Suspended in a realm of eternity, she’s in need of an eternal companion.
Let the haunting lullaby sweeten the air with sadness.
And the child-like nymph dance to its sorrowful cry.
The sky is crying on her behalf, painted in hues of violet.
The world in the palm of her hands, nothing but red and black.
Let the otherworldly child take you to her enchanting castle
Where eternity is an ongoing chord in the melody of sorrow.
The reaper of broken lives piecing the shards back together again
A stain-glassed window of white.
- by Aizen Teresaga |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/11/2010 |
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- Title: Miyu
- Artist: Aizen Teresaga
- Description: A sister-poem to another I submitted: Eternal Dreams
- Date: 05/11/2010
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Aizen Teresaga - 05/14/2010
- I have a phobia of storms, and embarrassingly enough, I sit in the bathroom while they happen. One time I took a notebook with me, and I composed seven poems back to back in one sitting. It hasn't happened since, but it usually takes a word, or an idea and the rest just fills out on its own.
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- Anya Isabella - 05/14/2010
- Wow, that's amazing. . . how long did it take to write?
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