Dead To Dreaming

They come,

forlorn spirits.

I cast off my fear.

Singing lamentation,

green absinthe,

cloudy and unclear.

Try to drown,

force to see,

the hidden need.

Hold me down,


the knowledge tree.

Winter lacking snow,

not so far to go.

I’m far from fear,

all love is near.

Awaken dead eyes,

ocean takes my cries.


HG – 2000-2005

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