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I remember the river of dreams,

Running through my veins,

Taking hold of my beating heart,

Killing the thorn of my pain.

Your eyes rescued me from the dark,

Setting the stage for undying love.

Time stood still,

Our souls became one,

You were my world, my all,

I remember the delicate voice,

That whispered truths beyond time,

Your words caressed my sombre sky,

And allowed the stars to shine.

Nothing stood between us,

Our passions dressed each day,

I will never forget the essence of you,

My reason for living, my muse.



When you cannot find me,

Or hear my voice,

When my eyes are closed,

And my heart is stone,

Look for me in your memories,

In the space created for love,

Where all is never lost,

And my soul is forever yours.

Look for me in the simple things,

Where beauty never fades,

The ocean breeze,

The passing of night into day,

At the dawn of time, infinitely woven,

Under the midnight sun,

Where our spirits never die.

Look for me beyond the gates,

Of all that we are, and will ever be,

A magical array of dreams,

Interlaced with destiny.



In the shallow nest of your empty heart,

I breathe the deafening silence,

That tore us apart,

The erosion of truth laid bare,

Invading my thoughts with its mighty glare.

Time did not amend my sorrows,

Or invite my tears to dry upon the sun,

Our last goodbye we sculpted in pain,

Love had died and turned to dust,

And nothing was ever the same.



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It is because of your essence,

That I can see the light

Amongst the dark,

It is because of your trust,

That I can live without fear,

It is because of your smile,

That my days are content,

It is because of your heart,

That I can know love,

Without constraints.

It is because of you,

That I can see the best in me,

Within every possibility.

All that is,

And can ever be,

It is because you loved me,

For this

My life has changed,




This Pain Never Sleeps

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This pain never sleeps,

It commands my thoughts,

And betrays the best of me,

Changing my moods,

And willowing in silence,

Like a frail, defeated battle,

Hallowing in the emptiness,

Lost and afraid.

The curtain of life is drawn,

The sun is not smiling at dawn,

The faces of those I love,

Fall into the great unknown,

And their words disend

Into nothingness,

Escaping my control.

This pain only dreams of me,

It enters my world of uncertainty,

And destroys the dreams I seek,

Bathing with insecurities,

Every thought and feeling,

Of a life, I long to live.

This pain does not halter,

It does not belong to me,

Yet it is sketched on my bones,

Fragile and governed by sorrow,

It owns every part of my living,

And refuses to let me go.



Forgotten World

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There is a story

That has never been told,

An intelectual affair,

Set in the minds

Of the old,

It tells of the time,

When everything was real,

And love belonged to the soul,

A hierarchy of compassion

Moved the world,

And we were one,

Dancing with nature,

Aligned to the stars,

Beneath the vast universe.

Simplicity reigned in our homes,

We were never alone,

Friendships held the strongest bond,

Hearts were pure and full of hope,

The skies shed tears of joy,

Nothing could compare

With the beauty

Of all that we were.

There once was a time ,

When love ruled the world,

Nothing else mattered,

And it was all so real.



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Behold the velvet blanket of time,

The paraphrase of infinite life,

I see the shape, the silhouette,

Dancing and turning

Towards an inner plight,

The battle implores us to become,

To know oneself amongst the storm,

Up in arms, we roam endlessly,

Towards the sacred valley

Of our failing dreams.

The silhouette of life gives and takes,

It demands my agitated state,

That comes with faults and all,

And breaks in silence,

These hostile walls.

With an untamed heart,

And a woeful soul,

I will heed my path

And learn to love,

The intricate details,

Of my forlom tears,

And troubled past.

Until I see beauty,

Roam these streets

Once again,

I will not rest or dim the stars.



Wallis May Streete

Wallis May Streete

Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. “We are lost souls trying to find the light, and when we do, we dance with shadows.”