I alone with the muse can dance forever
Allow me to carry these dreams silently
Wrapped in tears
Befallen from your jade eyes
Thoughts held in my heart
Tenderly caress
Any false hope that appeared lost
For all times I carried your pain
Dressed in latin upon a wrist
Kissed on the bliss of a harlequin moon
Forgive the Jester as he mocks
Laughter hides his darkness
Buried deep in a fragile mind
Dance as only two misjudged can
Lost in their silence
Lost in forevers embrace
© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
2 comments:
what does the jester know anyway...let them misjudge...there is a nice tenderness in this one sir...the carrying of anothers pain is a noble thing...
Wow, I love this:
"For all times I carried your pain
Dressed in latin upon a wrist"
All the way down from there, is especially good.
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