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Forest of the Silhouette
From facet, and characters eyes, he lies,
A harlequin jester, from hearts taken.
When dreary days turn to rainy cries,
Thou art the moonlight that hast forsaken,
My mind when these dreams are fresh and wise.
Pristine, these ripples of a shallow name,
Freeze the scattered rose petals 'round thy grave;
Tempting the love I once knew for thee aflame,
And these waters rest my heart, a' lave.
Oft-thou eyes appear clearer in midnight,
But I regret the dreams I know are mine,
For I wake upon the absent twilight,
To age the bleak face of silhouettes time.[/font]
A harlequin jester, from hearts taken.
When dreary days turn to rainy cries,
Thou art the moonlight that hast forsaken,
My mind when these dreams are fresh and wise.
Pristine, these ripples of a shallow name,
Freeze the scattered rose petals 'round thy grave;
Tempting the love I once knew for thee aflame,
And these waters rest my heart, a' lave.
Oft-thou eyes appear clearer in midnight,
But I regret the dreams I know are mine,
For I wake upon the absent twilight,
To age the bleak face of silhouettes time.[/font]
Published 18th Apr 2010
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