Author: Hoping for Eternity PM
Dreams go adrift, swept upon the waterside; gather them along the sea, carried by the tide.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 130 - Published: 03-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3006588
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Soul treads silver waves, and feet gentle sand,
white horse stays at sea, and dark tempest land.
Dreams go adrift, swept upon the waterside;
gather them along the sea, carried by the tide.
'Tis fallen night, white horse again at bay,
the moon takes the tides, take me far away;
nightingales yearn to be free of their storm,
and even I in this.
Ocean of remembrance, I lie in bliss,
sweetest desire, 'tis nothing amiss.
Watch the ships sail, sail away to Valinor,
beyond the evenfall, thy tempest won't roar.
Beloved Aurora, ye darkest storm,
soul lost at sea, come light of morn.
Moonlit melodies beneath silver sun,
valiant white horse, at last we run.
Ocean of tears, I drown in bliss,
poisonous lust, it ends with a kiss.