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[May. 22nd, 2006|10:11 pm]
June Allyson
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"Sunrise, Sunset"
Embers glow bright as the midday sun
Full of passion, Full of life.
Silent and Pristine it stands
Reflecting the excitement it is currently concealing.
A symbolic mirror to a magical world.
The artificial sunset descends
Slowly, methodically
Orchestrated by those magicians in the back
So powerful they can turn the stars out on a whim.
The blackness falls
but unlike its counterpart
So cold and bitter and empty,
It is warm, almost tremoring, burning with an excited fever
Oh! The excitement
The suspense –
Hearts race
full of terror
They beat, pulse at an exhilarating
Rate
Full of life, full of passion
The red floats, exposing its heart
The music flows,
floats,
flies
Heavenly and celestial.
Reality in all its “glory”
Fades away into nothingness
Until we are in Neverland
Until we fly away to
Anywhere
Free, the shackles crack and fall
Down, down as we ascend
As we approach
Among the clouds,
Among the stars,
Among the heavens,
As we approach true and uninhibited freedom
The cursed sun appears
and we are “home”. |
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