Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of frost. In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no one is here. Detached from reality, in the Knowing of dreams, we know the entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty room. We awake and its true. I dreamt of the suns demise, awoke to a bleak morning. In the emptiness I behled fate for the dead light is a foretelling of what will be... I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive at Elysian fields in welcoming song. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room despondently watching the passing of the kindred spirit... and there is no song... just a delusion of silence.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 08:32:38 +0000
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