When boats begin to rise offshore
Find an island
And call it peace on earth
I tremble at the sound of such dreams
As the seagulls explode in unison
To what door am I supposed to dream?
Do the walls explode in unison too?
For I am a thief in the night
Stealing dreams,
Oh what a wicked sun it seems
For all my desires are ruined!
Such gifted girls and boys
Run through the shore
And captive boats begin to rise
Do you see all the roses on the shore?
Do you see the children plighting?
For it is such wicked delight, it seems
Cast me upon the shore
I fall upon fate, though fate falls upon me
In dreams I can't explain
What is real is real
And what is fake is fake
There is a rose
For every waking day.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 27th, 2024 01:06
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
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