dreaming, by eleanor maslen Subscribe to rss feed for eleanor maslen

Help me stop dreaming these dreams of you, on empty nights
when the dreams come true speak not for tomorrow nor hide
thy sorrow of anything that was left for you. Speak the
silent angels talk of sunny mornings deathly walk of those
once here but now have gone fear not  the hell when all is
wrong. Sing thy song of neverending pain and distant
feelings, bring about gods only wish the almightly wooing
healing. When all is forsaken hide not thy taking of
anything not as pure. As thy angel once on earth whom bathed
and blessed and quenched thy thirst. forver and Foverever
more.    
Posted: 2011-09-12 06:05:34 UTC

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