Softly dream? Not yet tonight; restless mind failed, tired? Quite... Alas these waking hours will haunt me when morning creeps, woe is me, awake, as idle world sleeps. I dare to dream, to soar, to dance, upon shores and rivers - some happenstance... feign brave with dead of night I war, full well, too soon, I lose to more... More thoughts un-silent, more emotions unsolved, my will, lest I fake it, alas, absolved. Sweet dreams you beckon yet taunt me so, I think, tonight, I resolve to let you go...
Posted on: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 07:39:47 +0000
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