Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Pixie Wings And Gypsy Dreams

sadness comes to me now
creeping like a fog along
a river valley
your flight delayed
brought to the ground
stranding dreams and
dousing fires

beautiful pixie wings
fading into gray
beautiful pixie wings
waiting for another day

though my arms
may not be that of atlas
let me hold you
healing
hoping
helping
just call my name
healing
hoping
helping
though my arms
may not be that of atlas
let me hold you

standing here by the river
as the fog surrounds me
and my heart sinks
the mists stealing my breath
swirling thoughts of
a lost gypsy dream
bring me to my knees

beautiful pixie wings
fading into gray
beautiful pixie wings
waiting for another day

as the haze begins to choke
and tear me from this life
i see the shimmering beauty
of pixie wings
and gypsy dreams
silently moving through the clouds
coming to take me away

beautiful pixie wings
showing me the way
beautiful pixie dreams
in the dawning of another day

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