Surrender of our Souls
“A tinge of broken dreams remain yet nothing left to hold,
Engraved in memories in their mass, the surrender of our souls,
Thoughts that remain silent, immensely folded in their own abyss,
Here they scrape the surface not content in the silence and without bliss.
Within their unrest in this constant steady hush that cannot erase the scars,
In their distant depths breathed, they still gather holding from afar,
These memories where all hope for serenity holds, refusing to die,
Born within our hearts and souls dwelling deep within and holding inside.
They stand and fall blending in the blur of darkness, waiting their release,
Molded from love and sorrow awaiting the light to fade and start their feast,
They feed on the past and drive themselves deep from the columns of daylight,
Each moment measured in labored breaths as they return within the darkness of night.
In these idle moments enrapt as they wait for dreams to fall and make their escape,
Here in these wide-open plains in this realm reaching out from there suffocating state,
Ignited and vibrating they hold the keys to the darkness from the one place lay,
Engulfing the night, refreshing our memories of the past as in the darkness displayed.”
By NiteHawk`
© 2009 NiteHawk`
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