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Sky. 

A watercolor sky can seem so far away. The morning sun still rises, at the end of days. Don’t dwell in past horizons, of nightmares in old vaults. Dream only of the future, we’ve overcome our faults.

Sky.

A watercolor sky can seem so far away. The morning sun still rises, at the end of days. Don’t dwell in past horizons, of nightmares in old vaults. Dream only of the future, we’ve overcome our faults.

Ascend ( in blue )

I am a seed, nurtured deep within the ancient depths. A trickle of tears came flowing through the veins of time; both of sorrow and joy, helped me, shaped me, I grow strong. I’ve broken free from my earthly cradle, I can see the light from our sun, it warms me, blinds me, fills me with hope. My wings are coming in now. Evergreen my feathers, dressed in full summer splendor. For the first time I’ve left the ground, swooped past my neighbor trees, above the clouds I go. I have never seen the earth from such heights. Above me lay only the stars, where I will find my way…

Of crimson and autumn.

As august sets, neath autumns call, the winter moon, she slowly rises from her fog. We sing the breeze, our chorus cold, A requiem for summers glowing, fleeting hold.

Of crimson and autumn.

As august sets, neath autumns call, the winter moon, she slowly rises from her fog. We sing the breeze, our chorus cold, A requiem for summers glowing, fleeting hold.

Coral plain.

Lull me with metaphors, sway me with rhyme.
Pick from the freshest fruit, ripe poems from the vine.
Walk barefoot across the stars, feel everything move.
Lets write the universe, fill margins and grooves.

moforoot:

These gleaming shores are natures poetry.

moforoot:

These gleaming shores are natures poetry.

Morning song.

Moments when you dreamt alone,
have come and gone away.
Sweet lullabies are what remain,
no more shadows in your way.
On a distant sun you place yourself,
for a future, clear as glass.
In that instant you have now become, all the laughter you let pass…

The hush of swaying bodies.

moforoot:

Ask me questions in the dark,

turn and spread your rose apart,

let me taste those muted lips covered in

dew.

Sit atop this rising crest,

peaks of silk adorn your chest,

match my sway and do the things I ask

of you.

10,000 fathoms.

moforoot:

Searching for s u n r i s e,
in the darkest of seas.
Eat the f o r b i d d e n fruit,
of a petrified tree.
My verse,
my d r e a m s,
my forgotten legacy…
my p o e t r y.

Sigil.

Spinning round on fields of stars,
warm solar winds,
soft cosmic splendor.
I’ve traveled near forevers dark,
the only light was hope beside me.
In search of where all dreams take flight,
where love is spawned,
no night can blind me…