From in Between the Background and the Light

November 22, 2009
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the limbs of a tree,
like the fragile webs woven,
sway in silent silhouettes against the setting sun.
They form the most beautiful pictures as they intertwine.
Send my mind to such indescribable places.
Down below these hills of summer's green;
they look so childlike (so small)
and I wish,
so badly
to be them.
Easily, they seek the hidden dreams
deep within my imagination.

Close beside the river orchestrates;
The seasons opening number.
Continuous in it's beauty,
the melody is a movement through my every nerve.
To calm the storm,
the raging storm,
that rains within me each day.
And wash away, (to cleanse my pain )
to help me overcome the misunderstandings
of each and every tear.

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