Close The Doors
Written by renu rakheja
March 30, 2008
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Loading ...Strange dreams hold me tight
Curl up like a baby in the womb
Howling trees in the dark of the night
Pellets of ice drop on my hand
Some strange figure making my tomb
Coldness seeps through
Deep into my body,to my bones
My eyeballs freeze in my sockets
My skin has turned to stone
But my thoughts are still humming
The sound reaching a crescendo
Where are you?
I grope for your hand
Touch your fingers to mine
Hold my body close to thine
Help me defeat the darkness of my dreams
That haunt me every night
Like a daily drone of a plane
Searing past the sky in flight
Let me just hear the sound of your heart
Love me all through the night
Closing the dark doors of my dreams
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Sometimes solid...you can always depend on
Sometimes liquid...fits in anywhere
Sometimes vapor...ephemeral...I am there and then I am gone
Sometimes ice...but can be dissolved by fire
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Sometimes tranquil ....with still desire
Always flowing....unaware of the destination
Sometimes vivid ....like blue sapphire
Always pure....see your reflection
Always rising ...wanting to go higher
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