Let the Ivory Towers FallA Poem by DoormanDanIf imaginary friends were real, what would their last words be to us before we inevitably left them in our childhoods?Let the Ivory Towers Fall Relentlessly merciless are the worlds in which we live Tearing down the magic with the touch of metamorphosis I remember the moment the sober summer solstice ended But before I let you go, I have one last message to send One day it will come, the requiem of your childish whims And all that remain is a cradle of fragmented prisms But I want you to vow that when the waves break the bow You will hold out and make the most of the time you're allowed Let the ivory towers fall down As the diamond sky drowns in a sea of burning eiderdown The cities of our hearts can slowly become ghost towns And our minds are left calcified by cold truth personified But we must not ever forget we wage a war with time One day it will come, the requiem of your childish whims And all that remain is a cradle of fragmented prisms But I want you to vow that when the waves break the bow You will hold out and make the most of the time you're allowed Let the ivory towers fall down Traverse the tundra and reach the Beaches of Elan And embrace the warmth of five thousand lithium suns One day it will come, the requiem of your childish whims And all that remain is a cradle of fragmented prisms But I want you to vow that when the waves break the bow You will hold out and make the most of the time you're allowed Let the ivory towers fall down Think not that this is goodbye, but just as the end of this lullaby Imagine if the imaginary friends when we were young were actually real, but we just didn't know it because they resided in a different universe than ours, and then imagine if they knew and cherished the connection they share with us, and were aware of the fact that we would one day forget them, and decided, despite how futile it might be, to send one last message to us in the hopes that, if we heard it, we would heed whatever advice they had to give us. That would be something, wouldn't it? © 2015 DoormanDanAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on July 21, 2015 Last Updated on July 23, 2015 AuthorDoormanDanManchester, Levenshulme, United KingdomAboutI'm a twenty seven year old preschool teacher who enjoys writing poetry, songs, stories, paintball and other things. My favorite things to do are parkour, video games, listening to music, and making .. more..Writing
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