Perhaps I feel too much, and understand too little
To ever know the true nature of myself
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Perhaps I am bound to live in dreams
Where thoughts turn to ice and precipitate forever
Where everything is silent,
As I burn alive with my will to love and cry
Wondering,
Who will save me from the heavy and the infinite?
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In nights like these,
The candles seem to sway to the motions of my soul
Creating shadows on the walls
Figures that do not look like me
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Past my window,
The iridescent moon casts its rays upon canopies of somber woods,
So delicate yet poignant as the tears that drip so soon
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Visions of past oceans,
Come back to drown the fields of hope fate has promised me,
Rising slowly from the cliffs, the fringes of what I believe
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As the ground trembles,
I see petals falling from a blooming flower
Only wishing I was close enough to catch them,
before the water does,
Knowing it was over for us anyway,
Thinking I deserved to hold something beautiful in the end...

Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2004