Red Maya

"Ghosts are famous for laughing. Saints laugh. Angels laugh. Laughter is the sound of Heaven, I think."

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Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt... When catapults are outlawed, only outlaws will have catapults.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

*dream speak*

im lost
trapped inside a dreamworld
that wont wake up

slide down
into blue dreams
your magic stardust
has overpowered all of my truths
and shown me a different path

this is madness
Im chasing the rainbow again
and yet there you always are
perfect and bright like angels
you are my fantastic fantasy
the perfect creation
the dream child
who is now awake
and dancing in starlight
yet I lay sleeping
by the ice covered window
and dreaming still
in my shattered glass world
unable to touch the light

I'm waiting for you
waiting for your daylight
so my eyes can open
so we can finally say hello...
hello from the dream maker - to the dream child
from the creator - to her creation

but it will not wake
the dream is cruel
have you been dreaming me too?
is this real?
or is this only an obsessive masquerade?
I remember you...
that is real
the rain, the ice, the snow...
very real
"I could have picked you out of a million faces!" I scream. "You know what I say is truth."
"I remember your eyes that night," you reply "we drank and then we danced, until we collapsed."
I tremble and cry softly, "see my sadness, for I cannot be with you. See my weakness, for I cannot move."
You smile and seek to comfort me, "we are fated you and I, my stardust but only lights the way...give it time and take some rest...the dream needs time to manifest."
you give me your wings
so that i may fly home
and strengthen my resolve
I leave the blue
leave the dream to you
and take wing out of this madness like an angel




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