Post by Nacky on Sept 28, 2010 3:09:41 GMT -5
A World of Magic
Let the last sigh of sleep and calm mood escape from my lips
In a space of wooded retreat's silence, I had been afraid
Though wastelands are far off where harsh wind of boreal whips
Darkness surrounds every corner, I couldn't see if shadows were moving
I'd gone away then returned when I felt the stones were dead cold
And found no disturbance amid the vivid azul, and the night soothing
But here within wooded retreat your spell falls upon hidden circle
If I'd been frozen in a frame of subtle hour and beam, I'd sense
In silent wait, outside dusty horizon of ochre, your sighs in black and purple
For the passage of time was a long pause, a mute lead to creaking door
I have gone through, giving no thought to the opposite
Of another realm outside the solid way or the other side of the shore
In the arms of storm and half open edges beyond, shades of the deep
I grasp the overgrown vines of aged wall and break the secrets therein
Alluringly drawn on parallel path, strand and shell my hand to keep
We share the divers paths, we lingered inside conversations, in long spans
Where not a word was uttered, well in the borders beyond oblivion
In dreams undead, cunningly knowing how to navigate the massive lands
You guard a paragon kingdom for hidden treasures of your ultimate disguise
Where in these circles do we follow? Yonder unseen for the obscure view
I may stand in the gray and bleak, the dark, but see with the sharpest eyes
We always meet outside the known hours, there are never words told
Echoes in emptiness, into oblivion, a depth of canyon unknown
Visiting old shores of faded driftwood and seaweed scattered on abandoned road
So now as I find the ancient wall and bring out secrets, I wait
The night falls, and torches line the halls within, a humid air unwinds
I'm somewhere now, but I don't remember somewhere somehow, it's late
Within the scope of this magical sphere in the pyramid conic cover over a world
A mute force is the surrounding factor and you cannot hear but forest song
For the hours must be days, at length, where creatures haven't burrowed
It will be here in this world of magic, we can speak between night and day
By the firesides, by pool and willow, alone and silence once again
Me as one, you as two, we as an arch three would speak the same
But different footstep and uncounted footfall, the moon will grin
Secret wells brought up for pondering, springs and vales; your crown
For the moon may know and mark turning points if only to vaguely guide
A world of magic on these many levels, and the subdued has easily drown
In a place where questions are the only answer to indifferent reasons
Under the eyes of marble, under the row of airy vessel and magnetic pole
Under strange trees from desert sand somehow, marked by a singular credence
Strange sunlight had shone, now I stand still as a mere scribe of tale
I will conquer ruins of the dullest forgotten with my own wonderwork
And it will be within reason I take every fold of gloom into caprice pale
Thus was magic the given illusion, a silver lining, a forbidden escape
I let myself free outside the bonds of maze and floor, hidden in red cape
With any will, calm returns and I sleep upon webs of darkness unheeded
Magic is mute but a force terrible and strong, in subtle gist, magic just is
Ebbing echoes of the wolf, wild and beast, the forest has been greeted
The absence of sharp marks forestall knowing that mythical beings exist
But our communication ever present through, to and fro, forest land and sea
I let my eyes grow dim, the last sigh of sustained endurance escape from me
Your slow tune creeping along moon's funny dread, you see changes in the umbra
You willingly show me all falsehoods and sing for me; the night
The drawn out hour of weary foretelling, where you're needed, rests in pluma
It's this world of far off impossibilities and vivid azul that is filled with our light
Let the last sigh of sleep and calm mood escape from my lips
In a space of wooded retreat's silence, I had been afraid
Though wastelands are far off where harsh wind of boreal whips
Darkness surrounds every corner, I couldn't see if shadows were moving
I'd gone away then returned when I felt the stones were dead cold
And found no disturbance amid the vivid azul, and the night soothing
But here within wooded retreat your spell falls upon hidden circle
If I'd been frozen in a frame of subtle hour and beam, I'd sense
In silent wait, outside dusty horizon of ochre, your sighs in black and purple
For the passage of time was a long pause, a mute lead to creaking door
I have gone through, giving no thought to the opposite
Of another realm outside the solid way or the other side of the shore
In the arms of storm and half open edges beyond, shades of the deep
I grasp the overgrown vines of aged wall and break the secrets therein
Alluringly drawn on parallel path, strand and shell my hand to keep
We share the divers paths, we lingered inside conversations, in long spans
Where not a word was uttered, well in the borders beyond oblivion
In dreams undead, cunningly knowing how to navigate the massive lands
You guard a paragon kingdom for hidden treasures of your ultimate disguise
Where in these circles do we follow? Yonder unseen for the obscure view
I may stand in the gray and bleak, the dark, but see with the sharpest eyes
We always meet outside the known hours, there are never words told
Echoes in emptiness, into oblivion, a depth of canyon unknown
Visiting old shores of faded driftwood and seaweed scattered on abandoned road
So now as I find the ancient wall and bring out secrets, I wait
The night falls, and torches line the halls within, a humid air unwinds
I'm somewhere now, but I don't remember somewhere somehow, it's late
Within the scope of this magical sphere in the pyramid conic cover over a world
A mute force is the surrounding factor and you cannot hear but forest song
For the hours must be days, at length, where creatures haven't burrowed
It will be here in this world of magic, we can speak between night and day
By the firesides, by pool and willow, alone and silence once again
Me as one, you as two, we as an arch three would speak the same
But different footstep and uncounted footfall, the moon will grin
Secret wells brought up for pondering, springs and vales; your crown
For the moon may know and mark turning points if only to vaguely guide
A world of magic on these many levels, and the subdued has easily drown
In a place where questions are the only answer to indifferent reasons
Under the eyes of marble, under the row of airy vessel and magnetic pole
Under strange trees from desert sand somehow, marked by a singular credence
Strange sunlight had shone, now I stand still as a mere scribe of tale
I will conquer ruins of the dullest forgotten with my own wonderwork
And it will be within reason I take every fold of gloom into caprice pale
Thus was magic the given illusion, a silver lining, a forbidden escape
I let myself free outside the bonds of maze and floor, hidden in red cape
With any will, calm returns and I sleep upon webs of darkness unheeded
Magic is mute but a force terrible and strong, in subtle gist, magic just is
Ebbing echoes of the wolf, wild and beast, the forest has been greeted
The absence of sharp marks forestall knowing that mythical beings exist
But our communication ever present through, to and fro, forest land and sea
I let my eyes grow dim, the last sigh of sustained endurance escape from me
Your slow tune creeping along moon's funny dread, you see changes in the umbra
You willingly show me all falsehoods and sing for me; the night
The drawn out hour of weary foretelling, where you're needed, rests in pluma
It's this world of far off impossibilities and vivid azul that is filled with our light
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