Diaries of An Immigrant Soul, Pt.26: Thou art my waking dream

Once into the distance,

a some of times too soon!

what little of my presistence,

left...

has vapoured to mere words o' fume!

Thou... art my waking dream!

listen to mine heart,

listen as i scream,

pounding against yer walls...

and to my thought,

i pray that you listen,

as the waking evening falls,

much will be gone an' missin'

for mine shades shall follow,

into the night,

and will bare on thine skin wonders

that bear, you barely might!

pleading that, you may lend an ear...

to this eager fellow, standing near

and hear of his  rhyme,

that you may not stray,

that ye may, too, find back yer way!

thou art my warmest,

most heartfelt dream...

good brown braided sun,
come, as partings redeam!

one day, thou shalt wake,

to the pacing of mine heart,

and to the echo of my ache,

whilst in the absence of the world,

you shall feel the pressure,

of every sound i make!

we may too, be reborn,

with every romance,

and every scorn...

but this is ever lasting,

mine one true love...

this, is our very first stepping stone,

to the heavens above!

By:
A.r. (Black-Iris) Bazian

(A.K.A. The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious)

3-Nov-2012

Author's Note

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