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Pity those who don't even have ghosts to twirl with |
Ghost Dance Dancing through the echoes found, through soundings of a bygone name; I got lost in the proving grounds, with no-one else there left to blame A heart naive, untamed, untrained, unburdened by such common things; where Queens hold courts, a sway retained, a land I once thought ruled by Kings A monarchy, a heart denied, a mind too strict, too blind to care; overthinking times we tried, looked over, thought... the times we shared Reviewed, renewed, reused and skewed, this self-built theatre of doubt; oceans of regret imbued, as tide pools glisten, bleeding out Picture perfect pools that glow, with blue grey opals, stunning, set; I got lost in them years ago, I've yet to still, get out them yet with portals blazing , numbered two, a pupil's gaze, a sorry lot; mortal grazing, working through, the times reviewed, the times forgot Behind night's veil, eyelids drawn, such sights still burn, such minds still see; playing out till hindsight dawns, the things we only dream could be Pairings laid out... lit, a match? choices held, we never knew a voice that's hard to lockdown, catch, ... be thankful if you ever do Drifting blindly, left in doubt, when guiding light has been and shone; first and last times bleeding out, before we even know, they're gone Like dying stars, for which we pine, Celestial on canvas black; when northern lights no longer shine, how do we fare, with things we lack? Connections made, a tender touch, an endless looping yearning song; keeping hold of far too much, held for frankly far too long Lost inside this labyrinth, it's centre left a myth, unfound; with no way out and no way in, and cryptic pathways winding round as cold winds blow these thoughts around, winding, echoes through the night; ghosts of times both lost and found, haunted text, wraith authored, write Inscribed... chiseled... set in stone, text old, plated, leafed in gold; great walls made of China, bone, so fragile, stacked, yet still it holds An untamed heart, naive unploughed, with wasted chances, miles ran; an unnamed part I lost somehow, 'midst journeys found, I never planned Dreams of destinations drawn, from places where we're driven, been; it seems procrastination dawns, it rises with the things we've seen with all the things we let go, leave, 'midst all the things we miss the most; dancing through her echoes' weave, twirling 'midst such cherished ghosts Fumbling through darkest night, a night bereft a single star; yet underneath the blackest light, its easier to see such scars Seems so hard to let go, lose, lose the times, spun dreams can span; it seems some times you just cant choose, it's only really you that can can guide me out this hollow maze, where voices rebound out of sight; walking through a splintered haze ... will you walk me home tonight? through halls with stifled echoes, spent, reordered, mute, in cold carved space; I often wonder where they went, all those times, still born in place With faces fractured, frozen, shook, ghosted images that stain; the roads we could have chosen, took, the paths that seemed too right, too strained Now overlapping landmarks stand, everchanging in the now; in present time, with past lives spanned, running false, yet true somehow Intangible yet present, crossed, burnt sepia, transposed, ingrained; an image locked in pleasant, lost, locked down, drawn, disposed... restrained with baptisms, remembered long, despite the passing years bereft; a little going for a song, a lot retained, with nothing left Flames of summers been and gone, burning bright, too hot to hold; fired beacons, bright, that shone, stored in hand, with winters cold Leaving with the summer haze, arrived with baptised, bottled rain; weaving round this garden maze, whilst Eden's echoes sound your name Sounds unsought, yet still they're found, echoes that you left, that stay; dancing though the proving grounds, your name still sounds... rebounds today |