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when divorced from a dream
I hear that familiar voice in the night
speaking ever so softly
but yet still having the ability to suppress my soul
and render me motionless
I lay floating in beds of clouds across the sky
not knowing from whence I come
or to where I go
uncertainty clouds my gaze
oh what picture shall the painter paint tonight
when all the different colours of paint entwine
and the bridegroom and bride become sealed
by the bond of the subconscious
only then shall the flower of my dream bloom
shall it be red as the blood of wine
or will it glow white as the wedding cake?
if red then it will wither bending its head
in prayer to be spared
a prayer that will fall on deaf ears
However, white bears the flower of hope
hope of having the string of the dream cut
and rising into consciousness,
remembering the taste of the cake
I'll see the light of a new day
atter being divorced from the dream of death.
© Tatyanna
speaking ever so softly
but yet still having the ability to suppress my soul
and render me motionless
I lay floating in beds of clouds across the sky
not knowing from whence I come
or to where I go
uncertainty clouds my gaze
oh what picture shall the painter paint tonight
when all the different colours of paint entwine
and the bridegroom and bride become sealed
by the bond of the subconscious
only then shall the flower of my dream bloom
shall it be red as the blood of wine
or will it glow white as the wedding cake?
if red then it will wither bending its head
in prayer to be spared
a prayer that will fall on deaf ears
However, white bears the flower of hope
hope of having the string of the dream cut
and rising into consciousness,
remembering the taste of the cake
I'll see the light of a new day
atter being divorced from the dream of death.
© Tatyanna
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