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Avalon
A gentle breeze from distant shores,
through the mist the spirits are seen,
and the songs long dead will play
a sweet symphony cascading on the water.
Watching from a cliff top vista
in haunted dreams a castle spire will arise
from the frothy white sea that brings
a gentle breeze from distant shores.
Where have all the souls of Yore gone,
left alone with only fleeting memory,
time dissipating as the grains of sand
through the mist spirits are seen,
Dancing one last time before they vanish,
longing held deep inside to run away
yet still upon this plane they cannot stay
and the songs of the dead will play,
To be heard by those with careful ears
and dreamers lost in the darkness,
the veil for a moment shimmers with
a sweet symphony cascading on the water.
3:33 PM - 6/20/2008 -
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