Thread: Come to Paradise

What of your shattered dreams?
Your reverie's demise?
Where now in your soul
Are those sunken, faceless lies?

Yesterday was Doomsday.
But this could be Paradise.
Come out of your dolour.
Come out with the butterflies.

And then we would be free.
Of your reverie's demise.
I could be the stars,
And you could be the skies.

We could share a single jewel,
Our hearts, crafted from a song.
That no man could break apart.
Our music , our lives could be as one.

What of your shattered dreams?
Your shadow shell dies.
No longer in your soul
Are those sunken, faceless lies?

So come out with the butterflies.

No longer would we weep
For your reverie's demise.
I could be the stars.
And you could be the skies.
Come out of your dolour.
Come to Paradise.

I like the positive, optimism in this - and like these lines the best:

Come out of your dolour.
Come out with the butterflies.

they hit me just right -

I also liked the metaphor:

I could be the stars,
And you could be the skies.

one small thing, the first line of the last stanza - I think you meant "we" and not "be"

---todd

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