Blissful Surrender

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Carry our dreams

Into the eternal winds of fate

Locked away by fateful memories

Can you find me swimming in the light of the moon?

Or maybe galloping through the darkened moonlit forest?

Night shines its brilliant beauty to evocate a nuclear warmth

Fragile and high times

The chilling whispers of serenity

Hold no bearing to the frivilous lies of the heart

Seek to control this atmosphere

That which binds you dearly to your dreams



Turning points in the angle of perfection

Which way to go?

Hold those that you cherish

For they will drift away

Constricted movement

Locked away in your mind

Lost and weakened

The flute of the phoenix

That magical instrument of fate

Calls out to the revival state of mind

Breath-takingly potent

The spirits of gaia take me away



Immeasurable happiness and constant woes colliding in my head

I loathe that which holds me back

The thorned vines wrapped around my body

Bleeding through my own pain

Too tight for me to cut through

Traversing in the tides of fate

I seek to find where I fit in

I yearn to know where I stand

But I will forever be lost in my own mind

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Kris Grula's picture

This was absolutely beautiful, I admire your way with words, and ability to express such emotion, this was an amazing write