surreal
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Tell me of a summer’s day when the sunlight shone so bright, chasing loneliness away though the day still turned to night. Tell me of a summer rain, warm and soft as true love’s touch that freed me from the searing pain of longing for you far too much. Tell me of the summer morn,…
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I caught a glimpse of some Eternity as I gazed toward an almost setting sun. And in that moment time stood still, the ache deep in my heart relieved at last as every leaf caught in a gentle breeze stood frozen in a heavenly repose. And as the light turned golden all around a single…
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Last night I dreamed of some far place where time at last stood stood. Before me stood a golden gate atop a grassy hill. And I felt peace within my heart like never once before. I wanted to stay in that place, now and forever more. But then I opened wide my eyes, and, oh!…
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Into the woods I wander searching for a special place that calls to me. And the trees, they guide me to the light within the dark. To my left a river runs, and the wind whispers in the leaves telling me I have found the way. Though the path is long and dark and I…
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Across an ocean black as pitch, some say, there lies a land that even time forgot, an ancient place where dwell forgotten dreams. And if one finds perchance safe passage there by searching darkest depths of memory, a golden city will at last appear. Though don’t be foold by beauty’s shining light, for ‘neath the…
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A breeze caresses my cheek and I hear waves breaking on a sandy shore. Breathing deep the salty air, I take one step into a beam of sun. And I know that it has shone forever. I hear your voice and I walk until the sand gives way to stone beneath my feet, and I…
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One word spoken to the night sky brings the stars crashing down. In their place nothingness. The stars hit the earth and shatter, pieces scattered as far as the mind can see. And the nothingness remains. Now, and forever more.
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Silent, at the river stands a man, watching, eyes cast down to the rushing water. Hours pass, and he waits hands clasped in lonely supplication. As the sun sets he turns his gaze slowly upward and the sky darkens. The breeze settles and the treetops bow almost imperceptibly. One leaf falls as a teardrop in…
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After the rain of evening the oceans cry. Subtly does the water stir the sand, the air fresh, cold, but ripe with the smell of tears. Drowning sailors cannot see beyond the maiden’s eye. When every bluish wave retreats back to its bed, whispers in the deep rise to greet the air. Unseen, unheard, except…
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It stands there so tall and so quietly waiting, the lighthouse in all of its glory. But dark does it stay, its sad fate contemplating. Nobody remembers its story. Once bright shone the light pointing out at the sea. A beacon to guide weary sailors, lone captains or castaways drifting lonely, the world-weary, spent navigators.…