A quiet morning, a blessed day Pastel horizon graced in gold Mists of dreams follow me home. A stream of sun, a silent sea My soul is one with the purest dawn And trembles at first light.
Prose
Afterglow
By Sara in Prose Tags: dream, memory, time
The sun left her star in the sky, streaked the horizon with golden streams. There were no shadows, only reflections. My mind wandered upon the rose-hued heavens, searching the face of God with a will so sublime. The heartbeat began to slow into a whisper, and the call of the wild pulsated in the silence. It(…)
Sky Blue Avenue
I woke into a dream Of lovers dancing high We crossed into eternity And found the pristine sky All I saw was deepest blue Shades infinite So wild and true Fragility broke me Like a spell after midnight I remembered the morning after But forgot the heavenly light It was a wild(…)
Affaire D’amour
By Sara in Prose Tags: heartache
We were angels and sinners Wide-eyed believers I passed away into kingdom come And fell into you The secret in your eyes Held all of me Days and days into our liberty I found myself chained In a fallen destiny Why were the stars so cruel They cursed us through In all the places(…)
The Dance
By Sara in Prose Tags: goodbye
I saw you dance across the way, and held the moment forever. The shining of eyes, the half-smile of hidden truths, nothing mattered where money used to divide. It did not matter where I came from, where we were going. For once, the present was eternal, one I would never find again after we were(…)
Sweet Sorrow
By Sara in Prose Tags: heartbreak, life
Scars on your face, lines on my heart A fallen wish, an ancient heartbeat I caught a scent and laughed at you Until I cried The sparks that flew Burned all of you And fell back into me Like a dream I could never wake from It was a nightmare When ashes covered(…)
Piece of Us
By Sara in Prose Tags: heartbreak
A pursuit of faux dignity, the shallow desire of untamed hearts…When dream takes form, and reality melts into the raging sea, there I see you. A fixture of my imagination, somewhere in my childhood story. I glimpse past merging with present, such a gift, when one does not believe in the stars. Like the sun(…)
