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~ The Secret Life of Poets ~
by 3rdDerivative
We wander upon that lonely hour
where time is suspended 'twixt dark and dawn,
When mists of grey veil the sleeping flower
and the vibrant colors of day are gone.
We gather the songs of that ancient land
from the mountains, canyons, valleys, and streams,
In the crumbling ruins of castles we stand
by shadows of prophets, peasants, and kings.
Yet in such enchantment we cannot stay
for we are mortal, and bound to the earth
When that hour wanes we must turn away
and rise like the rest to business and work.
In between two worlds, we live and conceal
that our lives are a dream...
And our dreams, are real.
~
~ The Secret Life of Poets ~
by 3rdDerivative
We wander upon that lonely hour
where time is suspended 'twixt dark and dawn,
When mists of grey veil the sleeping flower
and the vibrant colors of day are gone.
We gather the songs of that ancient land
from the mountains, canyons, valleys, and streams,
In the crumbling ruins of castles we stand
by shadows of prophets, peasants, and kings.
Yet in such enchantment we cannot stay
for we are mortal, and bound to the earth
When that hour wanes we must turn away
and rise like the rest to business and work.
In between two worlds, we live and conceal
that our lives are a dream...
And our dreams, are real.
~