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Author: LinkGirl
Fiction Rated: K - English - Spiritual/Fantasy - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-05-03 - Updated: 12-05-03 - id:1465042

Forgotten Dreams & Forbidden Imagination ~*~*~ By: LinkGirl

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I know in past walks across the sunset sands

            of the moonlit oceans,

a glimmering mist that seems unlike reality.

Unlike swamps of murky water,

but like the haze’s edge,

a place that doesn’t exist.

           

           

When I walked on the greens of waves,

and the towering whites and diamond spears

fell with a rush, down on unexpecting sights where I could not see.

Dark rushes of cool shivering painful breaths that would not penetrate, that could not penetrate.

           

           

I gaze above from the chase of fiends unknown to me,

across old stale tracks to carry heavy grumbling cargo.

I knew not of the item clasped in my hand, what to do, where to go?

The darkened child, guiding and making sure everything ended fine.

           

Under a shimmering sky of cold treacherous forests.

           

           

Swords and daggers clasped in sweaty palms,

In a crying tunnel, a crying dungeon, a crying shadow.

I want to tear in this sorrow, but my sight unable to come, unmanageable seeing.

           

           

Above buildings on the gentle wings.

Watching the emerald life, and the deeps of valleys, and the soon coming red towers.

I cannot stop, flapping my wings, running on clouds of fluffy pearls of white.

I know not the limits of my flying courage....

           

For I am a creature of the sky, beating on invisible wings.

           

           

Hard pebbles in a cage that is lost among space & time,

The scars that slice through the air, to my skin and against my tender face,

As I wander in this hunt, thought shifting away.

But finally the way, the brightened day in sight, and I run on hopeful feet.

           

           

I reach for the color of the sweet, the texture, the melting sugar.

But never get there, with a swift swipe it is stolen away, and I must wait,

till the next try, where the golden honey touches rigid lips, but still...

unable... unable to kiss a entrancing taste of sweetness.

           

           

In my windy fields that cannot be seen, in feeling just in a dream.

That’s where I’ll reside.



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