| The Dream World |
[09 May 2006|10:55am] |
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"Fernando the Matador" Ricky Ricardo |
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I’m dreaming I live in a world of my own
The stardust is much more than real
The sting of mortality I left behind is asleep
There are no tears, no pains, no terrors
Only joy supreme and the melodies of space
I’m wishing that I was no longer alone
Imagining friends, true family and one love
One beautiful love without tattered edges
Old injuries are but whispers of Memory
Unbroken, wild, and whole are the beats of my heart
In this world composed of hope and desire
The light is brighter, like the sun was never real before
The coal of previous existance is now a diamond star
Before the dream, beauty and slendor did not exist
Song is now perfumed with laughter, with joy
The world is not perfect, it has it’s flaws
But there are beauties in its’ shortcomings
Room for more hopes and dreams to be realized
Space for song , for love to fill
If only the dream was real.
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