andave_ya
11-05-2007, 11:31 PM
Dreams
Dark walls.
Quiet rooms.
Sleep beckons.
Dreams loom.
Hallowed halls.
Light footfalls.
Sacred trysts.
Whispered calls.
Dreams.
Not Alone
They are those who have gone on before.
They are the wind that shakes the shore.
They are the Elves, the Dwarves, the Men.
So many Lords and Ladies from great pens.
Think you that I stand alone?
I have indeed reaped what I have sown--
They are my friends.
With them, and with Him, I stand until the world ends.
Dark walls.
Quiet rooms.
Sleep beckons.
Dreams loom.
Hallowed halls.
Light footfalls.
Sacred trysts.
Whispered calls.
Dreams.
Not Alone
They are those who have gone on before.
They are the wind that shakes the shore.
They are the Elves, the Dwarves, the Men.
So many Lords and Ladies from great pens.
Think you that I stand alone?
I have indeed reaped what I have sown--
They are my friends.
With them, and with Him, I stand until the world ends.