timeaintenough

SHE DREAMT i found you lying there upon the filth in which you came, bellowing tears of true torment within your mystical fantasy. your hands at your side and your heart in your mouth, gasping for a taste of a serene wisp of the wind; caressing your tragedy in its outmost endeavour. tears of stone escaping your tremulous eyes, obscure the sight of your tainted reflection, shattering the mirrors on which you lay. treacherous perfection continues to sprawl, tangling you unto the sorrow you befriend. writhe do you not, for you are too precious; too fragile to seize. oppress this moment, as now, while your eyelids depart

skies of brilliant blues and rolling hills of luscious greens, flowers' scent of eternal ecstacy soaring beyond trees of mystical illusion. unicorns and elvish folk shedding nothing but the loving truth; with lonesome poets and righteous kings under royalties of pure imagination. 'twas all written down in scriptures told - in angel tears and dragon's blood, hiding evermore beneath faerie wings. rest your little head upon the gentle touch of phoenix bosom. sleep now until dawn has fell, never to awake until the season brings the summer breeze and colour green, with a smile never to be told. now open those bewildered eyes; let