Quote of the Day 03/11/2012

"Glory, surely, is the noblest ambition of free men."
Aurelia Bodica

Island of Ghosts
Gillian Bradshaw

11 March, 2012

Dark stars (unedited)

Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.


Soft footsteps foreshadow

the journey each step brings.

Fairy tales remember

the fluttering of weary dreams.


The glittering of each moment

shines in the web we spun.

Its sparkles of excitement

for the holy moments yet to come.


Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.


Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.


Engulfed by the sunrise

sitting upon the Universe's sandy beach.

There lies the Conch of existence

echoing the sound of creations first speech.


It reminds me of my childish imaginations

gathering the fruit of all space and time.

All of the sweet aromas

were being swept away by realities wine.


Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.


Once upon a star so bright,

a wish was made long into the night.

Worded so clever and casually,

the hidden verses all did sing.

Submerged within harmonious vibrations,

the waves arrived at their calculated destinations

Selfishly appreciating the way in which they float,

is no better then building a castle with a thin and shallow moat.

Instead they gather against the tide,

natures levies teaching the laws to abide.

This wish sent through with pure intent,

understanding why is a thing to forget.


Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.


Sailing through the sands of minds

our ship shifted perspective.

Its attention tuned to the grains

of the harmonious directive.


So designed it can't confide

between whats called good and evil.

It learns to find what falls behind

the conscious mist of all primeval.


Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.


Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.


The past hasn't begun yet,

Let us waltz along the sunset.

Tripping up and down it's brights arcs.

We've got much to do before it starts.


The future holds but one regret,

while reading the tale of the present,

After turning from the points its marked,

It's not realizing the pattern of the start.


Dancing through the darkness

shadows dissolving into distant stars.

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