faintly_distinguished

Well, I had started this a while ago, but left it lying unfinished in a messy heap somewhere, I dug it up a few nights ago and messed about with it, heh, pretty ammature stuff.

Under a glass moon
Reach for my hand
Pale fingers entwined
Much like the tangled branches
Of the skeletal trees
Souls of the immortal
Illuminated in eerie glow

Under a glass moon
Take a moment to gaze
At the silver etched brook
Flowing such purity and peace
Through the veins of our souls
Take a moment to touch
Such a softly inked dream

Under a glass moon
I shall catch you a star
A soul reflecting mirror
Perfect symbol of hope
Sit still with the night
Twisted picture so pretty
Your milky skin against mine
Soft white lace to the touch

Under a glass moon
Listen for the unheard melody
When the angel of nightfall
Plucks her golden clad harp
Let the notes seduce your mind
Let her lull you to dreaming
So drunk on a tune so sweet

Under a glass moon
I'll hide you away
From the burning rays of dawn
Where reality cuts your tender flesh
Like the dark shining blade
Bleeds the life from a tree
In this land of undying youth
We shall stay evergreen

Under a glass moon
Lay your head next to mine
Numb the words on your tongue
Let me give you back an innocence
That birth so crudely snatched away
A blanket of silence
Shrowds this haven of truth
Oh bathe forever long with me
In this land of out cast light
Under a glass moon

nae411

Have to say, I quite enjoyed this. Brings some really beautiful images to mind.

Nae

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Druid

Aw indeed good images! nastalgic read mostly for me. Your words brought a great deal of memories of summertime camping to my thoughts. Where I would frequently "bathe" sans vetements, and enjoy the quiet of a lake in the middle of nowhere. Those subtle days!

Yes nicely done, I would think on seperating the stanzas though to make better use of your repitition.

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Kat

Personally make me think of death. I guess my mind just runs slightly morbid. Break it up some, actually line breaks not little squiggly lines.

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