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before me the seas and mountains and clouds
and dreams that rise from the sand
and worlds within me sing and dance
when I but raise my hands
and my pencil flies across the page
just as eager to show
the hills beyond these, monsters there
and dragons in the snow
I've awakened; follow if you can
through the wasteland dry and bleak
to a better place away from the chains
that bind you dull and meek
before me are waves that wet the sun
and trees that pierce the sky
and cities sailing over the clouds
and dreams deep as a tiger's eye
but I won't look back at the burning dark
at the ruin left behind
no matter who calls like an angel of light
in the caverns of my mind
oh I won't look back at the sorrowing crags
at the land that none can bear
granite forests, haunted rooms
masks none living wear
for my pencil flies across the page
just as eager to show
the hills beyond these, monsters there
and dragons in the snow.
and dreams that rise from the sand
and worlds within me sing and dance
when I but raise my hands
and my pencil flies across the page
just as eager to show
the hills beyond these, monsters there
and dragons in the snow
I've awakened; follow if you can
through the wasteland dry and bleak
to a better place away from the chains
that bind you dull and meek
before me are waves that wet the sun
and trees that pierce the sky
and cities sailing over the clouds
and dreams deep as a tiger's eye
but I won't look back at the burning dark
at the ruin left behind
no matter who calls like an angel of light
in the caverns of my mind
oh I won't look back at the sorrowing crags
at the land that none can bear
granite forests, haunted rooms
masks none living wear
for my pencil flies across the page
just as eager to show
the hills beyond these, monsters there
and dragons in the snow.
no crit pls, just let the baby keep the binky and be happy. I haven't written poetry in years.
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