:: Dream-state ::
In sleep to come with faces know
we land the soft felt blow
to mark all ends to start all mends
to germ the seeds we'll sow.
In flames they reap in chains they keep
To make for blossoming snow
With love they weep and oceans deep
They drown; for nothing grows.
A gunshot blue; a sky in move
The difference made to show
With nothing meant and devil sent
All warmth is felt in woe.
The yellow sparkle where love does fade
In time for all to go;
In dreams i make / in life create
where next i will to go.
- Written by Sal. 15/4/05.
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spoken. at 2:50 PM
In sleep to come with faces know
we land the soft felt blow
to mark all ends to start all mends
to germ the seeds we'll sow.
In flames they reap in chains they keep
To make for blossoming snow
With love they weep and oceans deep
They drown; for nothing grows.
A gunshot blue; a sky in move
The difference made to show
With nothing meant and devil sent
All warmth is felt in woe.
The yellow sparkle where love does fade
In time for all to go;
In dreams i make / in life create
where next i will to go.
- Written by Sal. 15/4/05.
_
spoken. at 2:50 PM
