I gaze away at yonder in the arms of sunset,
sighing deeply as hour passes by indifferent
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like an ocean whispering to a pearly shore.

(Perhaps there is a chance I am dreaming)

I fear not love nor pause to plunge in depths
often incense of a rose’s embedded in pages
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like a ship sailing apart from restless wind.

(Perhaps there is a chance I am dreaming)

This city is a silhouette, mirroring the dark
as memory hushed away, sealed in the past
there’s a voice calling from back of my mind
like the sun creeping through pewter skies.

(Perhaps there is a chance I am dreaming)

 

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