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Her Silent SongShe sings to me in her sleep,
Delicate rhythms play off her skin,
She dances with every breath,
Rhythmic beauty in null sleepless motion,
Every note of her angelic song
plays a harmony just for me,
Every non spoken word engulfs my ears,
She emanates a silent chorus,
A lullaby that beckons me to the same place as her,
With failed resistance I follow peacefully,
I know that when sleep shares us both,
We will be singing a blissful duet.
Be gentleI am a candle in the wind
for you may extinguish my light
My wings are as delicate as snow
Be gentle with your grasp
or I may never fly again
I have only my dreams
laid beneath your feet
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams
Full view the image, I think it has a greater affect.
Fire on high
of the summer night sky.
Hells raging reflection,
air thick with thundering tension.
Sticky heat and humid breath
cloaks my skin like a warm summer death.
The horizon fills with warm summer tears,
closing in are cold winter fears.
Rumbles and groans,
I'm awash with the warmth of summer night rain,
my hands taunt the skies for a summer night game.
God answers, and the heavens alight,
the angels are moving this warm summers night.
It erupts, and my ears are crushed,
my skin is alive with the electric rush.
For hours I fight
with the grey summer night.
Until it clears,
my tears and hidden fears.
The fire of the evening returns to the sky,
the thunder fades and the rumbles die
The red becomes cool and the cloak is lifted,
the war is over, the storm has drifted.
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