memories
dance on my mind
tonight,
there is a haunting echo
after their feet
takes flight
their wings flutter
to the rhythm
of an old sleepsong,
floating from a land
where old days
belong
sleep
used to visit
like a familiar friend,
humming softly
till I'd begin
to descend
rolling down giggling
from the cliffs
of dreams,
I succumbed
to unreal love
under moonlight beams
you could see
a million stars
looking on in,
as the starlit skies
colored my porcelain
white skin
"twinkle, twinkle,
little star,
how I wonder
what you are..."
fascination sparkled
the surface
of every dream,
unending passions
threatened to burst
at the seams
years later
I am asked to
spell "wonder",
and helplessly
to the dance of memories
do I surrender,
for only they
can give me
pure answers...
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©AmaliaAbbar04122018
A/N: Oh mahn, I just LUHVE that song!!! Eugene Fitzherbert!!! Siiiiggghhhhh...
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