It is time! Time for me to see him again, the one I had forgotten
centuries have passed since our last meeting, perhaps even millennia.
Soon, the entire world is asleep in the arms of the night
I plunge into the depths that stretch beyond light.
With me are the fireflies; they guide me through the alley
for now I am treading the edges of ancient dreamland.
I hear in the distance a bird sing, a song so ethereal
it is filled with archaic mysteries and deep melancholy.
It transcends comprehension, it is most simply surreal
but I am capable of the secret tongue. For once, I belong.
Yet I choose not to answer, heed not its ominous call
besides, he lays in wait for me as he has been for eons.
And tonight I must give into her, my sweet caring destiny.
I sense the rage, the anger, the energy; we must be near!
I feel the strong wind raging in the canyon below
I see a shadow through the tall grass of golden yellow.
Magnetic, potent; I am drawn..I wait near the willow
I think of his hand passing down my spine. A cold shiver.
I think of that night now buried beneath the ages
I remember vividly the intense pleasure .. or was it pain?
A few incredible moments of anticipation pass in silence.
He is here I know, and the last thing I hear
is the deadly long swoooosh of the tail.
centuries have passed since our last meeting, perhaps even millennia.
Soon, the entire world is asleep in the arms of the night
I plunge into the depths that stretch beyond light.
With me are the fireflies; they guide me through the alley
for now I am treading the edges of ancient dreamland.
I hear in the distance a bird sing, a song so ethereal
it is filled with archaic mysteries and deep melancholy.
It transcends comprehension, it is most simply surreal
but I am capable of the secret tongue. For once, I belong.
Yet I choose not to answer, heed not its ominous call
besides, he lays in wait for me as he has been for eons.
And tonight I must give into her, my sweet caring destiny.
I sense the rage, the anger, the energy; we must be near!
I feel the strong wind raging in the canyon below
I see a shadow through the tall grass of golden yellow.
Magnetic, potent; I am drawn..I wait near the willow
I think of his hand passing down my spine. A cold shiver.
I think of that night now buried beneath the ages
I remember vividly the intense pleasure .. or was it pain?
A few incredible moments of anticipation pass in silence.
He is here I know, and the last thing I hear
is the deadly long swoooosh of the tail.
2 comments:
I like this!!
mm, this is beautiful.
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