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Again and again
I find myself face to face with you
Entranced by your grace and beauty
Alight with your love
Feel the air gust over you
Rain drops caress you
Dance to the song the full moon
She sings to those who listen
Don’t you hear her siren call
Drawing you in like tides are
Coming and going
Freedoom and guidance all around you
Stretch out your arms
Reach far beyond with your soul
Let your heart soar
To the sky and over oceans
Listen closely
Hear her sing
Breath in
Let go
I find myself face to face with you
Entranced by your grace and beauty
Alight with your love
Feel the air gust over you
Rain drops caress you
Dance to the song the full moon
She sings to those who listen
Don’t you hear her siren call
Drawing you in like tides are
Coming and going
Freedoom and guidance all around you
Stretch out your arms
Reach far beyond with your soul
Let your heart soar
To the sky and over oceans
Listen closely
Hear her sing
Breath in
Let go
Literature
Music of the soul
Now a day's in my every waking hour
A sweet melody enters my ears.
I try to block it, but the song always
Finds a way in. I see my friends now
Skipping and dancing down the road.
I feel off somehow, like I'm supposed to be with
Them. The others tell me they're going to a Land of Eternal Dreams
led by the weaver of their fantasies . I decide to follow,
giving in to the sounds of sweet serenity.
I got to see the Pied Piper of Hamelin once again.
Literature
Midnight blessings
Midnight stars gazing at the silhouettes against the glass—
the pair that chose to stay by the angels that guide in darkness.
For though they know they're free to explore the castle of their dreams,
they knew that all their dreams and blessings were right there in that room
on this special night that promises to become a yesterday
that tomorrow will never cease to love or to remember.
Literature
Lost
and with a ring of flowers
around your lovely head
I tell myself, "I'm halfway dead."
your chorus cries tune out my words
and our dances and lullabies
fly away, the birds.
It's an exaggeration,
if i may be so frank
to compare today to yesterday
but if the beats
still fit so right
maybe tomorrow
is tonight.
Cavity to our wholesome novel
and a terror makes us silently liable
we raise our voice to the route
we know must be followed
but the trail's so sharp,
The steps don't make the road.
with a canyon in your heart
and the nightlight downcast
that makes your breath a test
your chorus cries tune out my words
and our dances
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