Post by Elle Rush on Nov 15, 2007 15:23:41 GMT -5
A Song For the Haunted....
I lay down in your darkness,
your soul, my pillow
you say "do not be afraid, my love;
sunrise will surely come..."
and I've got ALL I can handle,
but cannot leave you to yourself;
we are kindred spirits,
creating heavens' art from hell.
There are fruits to be reeped,
from sorrows of the deep,
together we embark
through graveyards cold and stark;
new vines grow from tombstones,
poetry sprouts from the past,
you hold me, whispering
until the ghosts have passed.
Alas, she rises, Morning Star
realizations of all we've been through,
how it makes for Who we Are.
And, when again, we can no longer take the torment,
we'll revisit it all again;
having to forgive those sins,
and the hell through which we've been;
birthing even the warmth of our life's seasons.
(through ash, spirits risen...)
(a song for the haunted...)
(born from things never wanted...)
elle rush nov. 2007
I lay down in your darkness,
your soul, my pillow
you say "do not be afraid, my love;
sunrise will surely come..."
and I've got ALL I can handle,
but cannot leave you to yourself;
we are kindred spirits,
creating heavens' art from hell.
There are fruits to be reeped,
from sorrows of the deep,
together we embark
through graveyards cold and stark;
new vines grow from tombstones,
poetry sprouts from the past,
you hold me, whispering
until the ghosts have passed.
Alas, she rises, Morning Star
realizations of all we've been through,
how it makes for Who we Are.
And, when again, we can no longer take the torment,
we'll revisit it all again;
having to forgive those sins,
and the hell through which we've been;
birthing even the warmth of our life's seasons.
(through ash, spirits risen...)
(a song for the haunted...)
(born from things never wanted...)
elle rush nov. 2007
