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Pictureque is this hillside scene

Bathed in a wash of beautiful twilight

Waves calmly break on the shores of a dream

Eloquent, the cool whispers of an ocean breeze.

Gaze upward to the cosmic ceiling

The mighty sky is but a canves of memories

A glistening sense of loss to send us reeling

Through an enchanting ballet, nonetheless

These opens a moonlight path to the horizon

A gateway from which a fragile form appears

Face smooth and pale as a porcellain doll

Skin as pure white as the container last seen in

Her realm is one of darkness

An eternity within thoughts

Visible only to closed eyes

Her eyes shine like that of distant stars

Mute, she need never say a word for me.

In my unconscious frame i hve found liberation

From the dull ache of sorrow

To extend a hand and pull her from this ethereal

Existence in dark reverie

To keep the promise of never leaving

In the face of dawn

May we rejoice in slumber

Watch the horizon begin the glow

The soft embrace falls away

Feel the beating heart begin to slow

Learn to grieve all over again

My heart breacks with the dawn