*Tide*

If you hear them again
the steps in your corridor
just a second before the dawn
you will know
that I am walking
once more
through the ancient dream of ours
while the rythm of the tide
vibrates so tirelessly
outside the imaginary window
of our home
But here
inside the reality
the black desert takes care of that desire
making it never come true
Now it weeps with the saddest echoe
A poem
written on the stone of the past
just appeared to be real
Then why the vision  from the distance
burns as a bonfire
why it still glows as a red hot iron
squandering the very last breath
trying to exist a little bit more
just to be turned to ashes
Answer me now
is that just a bad dream
or has that nightmare an end
leading us to a fairytale
to the secret garden
where all yet unknown flowers still await
to be discovered
by the hunger from our hearts

***

© Eclipse 2008 – 2011

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~ by Eclipse on March 24, 2011.