TWILIGHT BORDERLAND
When the moon is high
in the dark sky
& the nightshades bloom
across this garden.
That's when she comes,
her love pours into me,
a lovelight blooms in me.
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When the forest sings
like an angel's choir
I'm getting close to you.
You enrapture me
And I live the rapture everyday
~
In your garden there is no fear
In the grey we can disappear
In this place where I can feel
wrapped In your love,
feeling your touch, It's so surreal.
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If the moon should pour out of the sky
And fill our eyes with life
You'll feel my heart shiver
When you lay your hands on me gently
My love grows deeper
~
You sing to me
You are my music,
my harmony.
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I want to love you &
stop the time in your embrace
But when it's done,
the glow still remains.
( your eyes still sparkle )
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Deeper shades of red
our now descending
I'm giving in to fate,
please break this distorted lens .
~
Crush the infidel,
turn about the famine
in my heart
Bring up the silence louder
Eradicate all my blocks
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In orbit the stars pass around you—
This tale is long to live,
by the wind and by time,
by everything that flees
This is a torment of my liking,
I'm exploring extremes.
(This chain has links
Only death can break)
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In feverish visions of
Pulsating rhythms unpure.
So Screamed the skies scream out ,
Of this Chaos in the Eternal...
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Comforting like ravens claws,
Gripping the stars that fell tonight.
The stealth of her infinite beauty,
(Nevertheless heaven fell tonight)
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Racing along with
the strangled teardrops,
Life's elixir in benevolent lust.
Slitting open the throat
of all that is love.
Letting fire ravage the
heart caverns with joy,
Ardent but silent
Delivered vehemently
in the twilight resigned.
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To let loose all
the stars of heaven
Colours burst in wild explosions;
Fiery, flaming flicker
All in accord with my pounding heart,
Behold the autumnweaver.
Hide no longer behind the veil.
~
In bronze and yellow dying,
Spare me this unending fire
Unfolding in my dreams.
in nightly swarming.
~
The Scavengers are feeding
Condemned In my heart,
I'm bleeding
Like the leaves of the high trees
I wither and fall,
Borne by autumnal winds
to my funeral hall.
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Alone in the grip
of a silent sadness,
I Delve into the twilight past,
a voyage done before the borderland
b'twixt life and death—existing evermore
Emerging from material guise—
an ever-living soul
