by Elizabeth Mab

Created on: April 29, 2009

Beneath elder trees
in full bloom I dreamt of her;
the Moon's twin sister

Your almost there,
The only one holding you back is yourself
What possible care can you have

Am I dreaming?

Young lady that scales the unreal
Of course, we speak to each other daily amidst the rays
But now drawn in slumber what presence do you feel.
You are the mending of my haze
The ending to the craze, what truly might be
The beginning of my days
Of eyes closed beneath the moonlight.

Sweet lady of silence without a face.
You are only the frail reflection of what is true
In this blurred world that I gladly chase
I only wish I knew.
That this is not a evil blight,
but the beginning of my night

Beautiful lady with the intoxicating sting,
May I ask you one thing?

Am I dreaming?

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