A Relic of a Life Unlived
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kriswynter
kriswynter I am the remnants of a saint!
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A poem about boyhood dreams being quashed by reality.

A Relic of a Life Unlived

Stars above a graveyard glow,

Stars above a graveyard glow, to a boy,

Stars above a graveyard glow, to a boy, floating gentle and softly interweaving,

counting stories of a dream

counting stories of a dream a dream so far over the horizon

counting stories of a dream a dream so far over the horizon into night’s chaos

where life’s whimsical chorale eulogizes a fantasy

where life’s whimsical chorale eulogizes a fantasy as he forgets every rule,

where life’s whimsical chorale eulogizes a fantasy as he forgets every rule, for there is no fear in a dream.

Oh,

Oh, how the beauty seems so real,

Oh, how the beauty seems so real, like a secret place untainted by malice

Oh, how the beauty seems so real, like a secret place untainted by malice where the rain falls,

Oh, how the beauty seems so real, like a secret place untainted by malice where the rain falls, each drop a prism that bends light,

each drop a prism that bends light,

and the smell of wet roses sweeps into his nose

where the harmonic storm sings its opus

and the sundown beams like new birth

bringing forth a giant arch like a bridge to the heavens.

Stars above a graveyard glow,

Stars above a graveyard glow, to a boy,

Stars above a graveyard glow, to a boy, floating gentle and softly interweaving,

counting stories of a dream

where water is so scarce

where the empty vale never ends

where a weary traveller searches for food

where the journey leads to life’s wayward grey

where the ending is abrupt.

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