Paths to a Lost Illusion
By defrage
Soothe me softly with words i cannot hear, Lift me to the sky's soft embrace once more, Dilute the words of wisdom that your told, Drift in and out of ecstasy and soar. Once more, I know i cannot remember The path to this garden, So i must forgive the hour, And reduce the moment. Leave me somewhere in the spaces between, To grasp at that precious piece i lack, Now time's grandoise facade has become stale, I'll abandon the pleasure to go crawling back. Once more, I know i cannot remember The path to this garden, So i must forgive the hour, And reduce the moment. In silence we find escape from this mad cacophony, Solitude the price of our dazed reality, And if i grasp it, it will surely only fall, A temporary gain before we lose it all. Once more, I cannot remember, The words i've spoken, The paths i've taken, So reduce the moment. Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 11:46 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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