Imagination Burning Free

Memories haunt me though I want you to be near
Eyes towards the sky force our way through trepidation
You hold on for far too long yet I’ve endured this fear
Dying angels march through simmering imagination

My feelings darken and her lips blood red perfect
Life crushes not in my hateful scheme
Beauty in my eyes though this mortal plane I must reject
The words fail through endless waking dreams

Soaring ever onward in the midst of Winters grip
I still pray and please don’t tell me lies
Our lives interwoven a cherished glance from you surreal
I will this night to end into a sky colored like steel

Recklessly wandering for you, my thoughts I bare
I hear footsteps from the past when you drown in your despair

A million sorrows for what we lost so let these quiet thoughts invade
All these moments gone for one angel’s serenade

Soaring ever onward in the midst of Winters grip
I still pray and please don’t tell me lies
Our lives interwoven a cherished glance from you surreal
I will this night to end into a sky colored like steel

Soaring ever onward in the midst of Winters grip
I still pray and please don’t tell me lies
Our lives interwoven a cherished glance from you surreal
I will this night to end into a sky colored like steel
Life embraces for one chance of success.

Ian V. Seymour ©1992

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