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LOVE'S OWN DREAM
[by Dr.Who3]
[he begins]
To my heart. .
who holds
and separates my life
into the passing seconds
of time and eternity
in love's own way,
as each beat
sends forth more life . . .
I can only give
such poor recompense
as mere words allow. .
when so much more is owed. .
as such light and beauty deserve. .
nay demand, as is right,
much more than e'er I can supply.
So, one heart sees another. . and dreams.
[she replies]
If that be your dream,
I pray you sleep forever,
creating such reality
as your tender soul desires.
Yet, I long to wake you
with a kiss,
making reality a dream
with my love, a warming fire,
to replace, with gentle bliss
the wondrous cover of sleep
as it slides
from your sweet eyes,
or perhaps we become the dream.
[he responds]
Whether dream or true,
I know not, nor care I
to pierce the veil,
as this glorious love
is sun enough
to quicken my spirit
and I arise,
to stare into
the heart
of so fair a star
till my eyes are blinded
to all others,
and love's image burned
deep into my soul.. . .
and so I die
for I am destroyed
by love, yet
what exquisite demolition
and how joyous my surrender
to so wonderful an end.
I forswear all rescue
as I drown in the depths
of your eyes
and I weep not for loss
or regret where none
can be found
though the tears do flow
for the agony of love
as it burns throughout
my being, laying waste
to all that was
and would have been me
for I have been assimilated,
to dwell forever in you.
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I Still Believe
[by Dr.who3]
I still believe in the magic of autumn;
Yes, I still believe in love breaking my fall.
Forever I cherish each winter of wonder.
Yes, I still believe in the thrill of it all.
I still believe in leaves falling slowly,
snow white Christmas magic
and love in each heart.
I do remember the stars shining holy
Yes, I still believe silver bells do their part.
I still believe in the cold winter silence
that brings us a kingdom so frozen and right
and childlike I marvel at each icy dagger
Yes, I still believe through the darkest of night.
I still believe in the slush of a snowball,
the wet and the cold say that I have it all;
as showers of snowflakes in each heart continue.
Yes, I still believe in each snowman so tall.
I still believe in love's gentle power,
snow covered footprints that lead through the pall.
Seeing the petals of season's new flower
Yes, I still believe in it all.
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Dive Through the Gold
[by Dr.Who3]
I want to dive through the gold with you,
roll in those leaves,
dance in their world with you,
riding the breeze.
I want to dive through the gold with you,
as fall showers down
with you, autumn's princess
and I the fall clown.
I want to dive through the gold with you,
and brave winter's death
holding summers last ray for you
in my warming breath.
I want to dive through the gold with you,
holding your hand;
to rejoice in the splendor
and remember the land.
I want to dive through the gold with you,
holding my breath
as the wind blows and hums.
Pray dwell we in beauty
when our autumn comes.
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Dance in the Silence
[by Dr.Who3]
I would place an arm around you
and dance in the silence to music unheard
with rhythm from spirit long buried within
taking flight with the wildest of hearts of the bird
to whirl in the quiet of voices un speaking
the words that are born in most private of hearts
to feel the earth quiver from timeless gyrations
a world that was born from most humble of starts.
You bring out the best in my daytime
and the best of all dreams in my heart.
You bring out the wonders
of starlight and daybreak,
the magic of warm afternoons at the start.
You feed and sustain a weak weary spirit
with nothing from nothing at all,
Deep in the silence, the music, I hear it ;
and still you wont let me falter or fall.
You brush sunsets across all of my fears
to turn my horizon and all of my tears
to slow sleepy skies as twilight last nears
and I dream in the midst of it all.
Then I rise up with the wonders
of blue skies in morning
to reach for the highest of clouds once again.
My towers of strength and emotions on fire
as love like the heart of a star burns within.
All of the problems and worries so cold
which run from the fountains of love and desire
must bow to the magic of loves wine of old.
I would place an arm around you
and dance in the silence to music unheard . . . .
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