THE FAIRY LAND 2
A HEALING WING
Monica M. Rupazo & Gaylord Munemo
And there beyond my curtains I gazed,
With watery eyes and blushing inspiration,
My determination so diminished in melancholy,
I remember your gentle whisper,
I remember the twist of your tongue,
Do you remember me wonderful dove?
I linger to your fallen feather as I look within myself,
That which when I look upon my healing arm,
When I gaze upon the beauty of your magical
That twisted my heart from mortality,
I do remember what it felt like.
You were there in the rain,
When I longed for a heart to lean on,
You were there.
You were in the shadows,
When I cried within my emotions,
You gave me your other wing.
I do remember the broken that was healed,
I do remember the fairytale.
My long lasting vow was that of not
In such mental altitudes my faith is
Indulged in your most humble and
My soul yearns towards your open
Discover me more almost lover,
I waited too long to exhibit the scrolls of
There within my thoughts for you are
raw and clear
Upon my heart I have listed you on the saints
That took me up the heights and held me on as I
Trying my wings to challenge my weaknesses.
You never let go in my flaws
I never let go of the memories.
In my room of hospitality I wait for thee
To arrive and show you how much you are thanked
And as such I shy to say I
So I uncover my villainy to you yet you see the saint
The flying wings of your tested faith brings the
attraction out of me.
Becoming mesmerized and with glee I am transfixed
Against secrecy I tell of your beauty
Against hope I beg of your most noble love
The bitter test of sincere sharpens my tranquil thoughts with
Blended by neutrality I am bound to dance to the rhythm and run
with the tides.
The sick beauty of romance touches my heart with tender tears,
Where one can find such profound heights of love I do not know.
What should I say or do,
To reach out my noble trust of regret…
When the stars don't shine at all from above,
The moon hidden in the thick grey gloomy
Would you rather be alone in the sheets?
Or perhaps take a walk with me in the streets?
Its heralded above and beyond any whatsoever
My solitude kills me when I'm aware you there,
To break vow and to keep a promise,
I'd rather be with you than myself,
The sun hides in the clouds,
From us hiding the reality but cold.
We gather below the blanket sky,
Thinking of fairy sites that win our smiles.
Around the bon fire of our hearts we gather,
Missing the time we reserved in our memories,
That are never lived twice.
We comprehend our desires in our minds,
Behold our eyes witness something else.
If dreams were a process of reality,
I would perhaps go with you. If only...
The art of dreaming be the reflection of what
we could be,
The essence within clothed in the fate of you
For my notes are written of your wonderment,
To pull you out of your overwhelming dream,
Or to jump into your fantasy and make it real,
Beyond our sight is a sculpture of us,
Behold it tells of the pride of what we have
In loving emotion of what we were back then,
If you take a broom you sweep with the house.
If you buy a trust with the dues you pay.
If you take my hand with my heart you impress.
I wonder your guts that dare pull a wish you
Blended with sophistication my mind tells me
me you a boy.
When I open my eyes and look I still see you a
Then how can you satisfy the blooming tree
when you cannot change into a falcon.
A dove that comes with peace you are and so
I dare hold your hand as I pull the man out of
out of me,
I dare commit to a challenge so complex with
Worry not the light of the moon when I'm
I'm holding the sun,
For your light beyond abundance I provide,
Take a look, think again I'm the future you
you saw in the past,
Worry not the depth of the river when I'm
I'm the bridge,
I hear the birds sing so dear,
They arouse my sensitivity as I lean to hear,
And remind me of light moments I would wish to
But the birds don't sing as I pay closer attention,
They cry. When I realize the birds lament my
It brings me to tears as I begin to live in the past.
A past I swore love to never die until I buried it.
A past when I remember I am as good as buried with
I found myself in a death trance where forth I
thought I am lone within,
My inherent despair grieved me where I
Amusement was alien but I found its remains
in my ecstasy,
Beholding in my trance your calling smile,
But in your eyes a broken heart, desolated and
Resurrect your faith in love, for broken heart
history is not progressive,
Give me, give me that touch, a smiling future
You bring me peace in my anxiety I cease to
My soul is gratified.
You bring me harmony in my despair,
I halt in pleasure, my heart pumps with life.
You come as you are born a man to redeem my
My healing wing gathers to fly.
Your confidence feeds my hope with a tomorrow,
I fear not death at all, for my life it might take with
But my soul will forever cherish your love.
A love so tender my heart melts,
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