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Samantha
The brass ring slipped
long before I could grasp
your fragile paper wings
in the tides of darkness
immortalizing your name
in dreams of endlessness.
Beautiful girl
Beautiful pearl
Dance in the fields of never-
ending beginnings, beneath
the halo of your grandfathers
enveloped with warmth of the sun
and hypnotic tides of the moon
reach for shooting stars to feel
the pulsation of
true flesh and bone.
Journey through vacant
eyes to my fractured heart
you will hear echoes of
forgotten lullabies, soaring
to the famine skies, pleading
for god's tears, wash the pain
of my aching arms, weary
without your soul.
Caress tenderly with your
touch. my face in your tiny
palms. kissing like sunlight
flowing in rivers of love
before returning to
ocean of newborn stars
to sleep in the ebb and flow
of constellations.
Float with the untainted
colors of the rainbow, beyond
this deceptive mortal world
where the language of love is
misunderstood and construed.
Purity drawn in defiance.
Fly my angel, fly. Your lovely hair
twirling with yesterdays sorrows.
Come to me in the twilight hours
of the night, whisper softly
in the hallowed caves of the mouth
Come to me when my blue bones
yearn for your feathery touch
Come to me when my fingertips
coil at the truth, patched with lies.
Come to me, when all hope, is gone.
long before I could grasp
your fragile paper wings
in the tides of darkness
immortalizing your name
in dreams of endlessness.
Beautiful girl
Beautiful pearl
Dance in the fields of never-
ending beginnings, beneath
the halo of your grandfathers
enveloped with warmth of the sun
and hypnotic tides of the moon
reach for shooting stars to feel
the pulsation of
true flesh and bone.
Journey through vacant
eyes to my fractured heart
you will hear echoes of
forgotten lullabies, soaring
to the famine skies, pleading
for god's tears, wash the pain
of my aching arms, weary
without your soul.
Caress tenderly with your
touch. my face in your tiny
palms. kissing like sunlight
flowing in rivers of love
before returning to
ocean of newborn stars
to sleep in the ebb and flow
of constellations.
Float with the untainted
colors of the rainbow, beyond
this deceptive mortal world
where the language of love is
misunderstood and construed.
Purity drawn in defiance.
Fly my angel, fly. Your lovely hair
twirling with yesterdays sorrows.
Come to me in the twilight hours
of the night, whisper softly
in the hallowed caves of the mouth
Come to me when my blue bones
yearn for your feathery touch
Come to me when my fingertips
coil at the truth, patched with lies.
Come to me, when all hope, is gone.
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