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Thursday, December 13, 2012

Unto Heaven

I walk straight through the door 
In my dreamlike state
Holding flowers to my heart 
From piles of ashes in the gold 
Winter night, 

It leaves you 
Cold unto heaven's walls
And the peace between two loving strangers 
Sunsets on different planes...

I argue with doubt 
Stare into beauty 
In mourning of what is not mine...
Becalm and flow 
Through the wind of all that is unknown 
Makes illusion 

From this shade of decadence 
I earn the right to dwell 
Speak from the heart with mostly faith. 
Out of the silences...

Again to void 
With all that is intrigue.

Borderline entry, 

I walk straight through the door 
In my dreamlike state
Holding flowers to my heart 
From piles of ashes in the gold 
Winter night.

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