Far away on a silver skein;
the mirror of your dreams.
Pack away the precious things,
the memories of your past.
Sail along the silken road
searching for the truth.
Destroy the threads of reality;
the secret hidden inside.
Learn to taste the waters,
the flavours of the sky.
Find the truth of reality
in the old sea-turtles cry.
Far away on a silver skein;
the mirror of your dreams.
Pack away the precious things,
the memories of your past.
Walk upon the sunken floor,
the history of the earth.
The shifting tides of eternity
measuring your worth.
Glitter of the floating shell
drifting in the breeze,
to tell the truth of a melody,
look among your dreams.
Far away on a silver skein;
the mirror of your dreams.
Pack away the precious things,
the memories of your past.
Just pack away the treasured things,
the fragile memories of your past.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It's half a song, since I've got the tune in my head, but stuffed if I can put notes to it. Since I kinda can't play anything, nor read sheet music, or write it for that matter. Not like I've got anything to pluck out the notes on -anyways-....
But still, I think it's nice. Just came to my head while I was waiting for the bus to go to ....somewhere. Ah-ha! the city. To buy a book, and get money out to pay my rent. Wrote it on the train, and bus. So it's all good.
Opinions people?
~ShaedowDancer~
Saturday, 27 September 2008
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1 comment:
It is indeed half-song. A bard might have written this. I like it.
~Xin
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