HOME | DD

Description
Thought; demise.
For the stream of passion has dried up.
Wishful thinking has choked life of it's being,
As the forest wept with the dead.

Taken to a broken promise,
romance, a dying vision of a path un-traversed.
Into the thought, I picture the beauty; an enigma of two becoming one.
Thought has become a nightmare, and I feel the curse dig deeper with every setting sun.
A plague of memory, devouring the silence of this solitude.
But still, I feel as if, somehow - I knew.
As if slaughtered yet, the wall of regret builds taller than the fading sky of courage.
Taken, the feeling once rendered is lost in the horizon of a shattered sky, painted blue.
Just like those eyes, a realm of hope -
A world I once found in you.

When I thought the day would come,
it came and passed.
The pale remembrance still lives within my setting sun.
As the fate that eludes the yearning of my only hope decayed with those words,
... Yet still unspoken.
The deprived resonance of devotion,
is but a time I recall, as the clouds move on with souls that are broken.
I am awaiting their ashes to cloak the unavailing light,
For night has come, and no longer lost in embrace,
I am alone as one.
This is the reality of what this dream has become.
I hope you take the color of this life,
and paint the skyline with the beauty of a thousand truths,
For a wish of an everlasting fate,
turned into a dying plead of escape.
All I ever wanted,
was to paint one for you.

Take this, a moment of a time once held with embrace.
The curse of a fallen longing fills my eyes, creating a blurring sight.
Still, the world fades within the lack of color and light.
But amidst the chaos, I sink once more into the dreamland of night.
For the blackbird of the void,
has taken flight.
~ Meaghan Flemings

Description
Thought; demise.
For the stream of passion has dried up.
Wishful thinking has choked life of it's being,
As the forest wept with the dead.

Taken to a broken promise,
romance, a dying vision of a path un-traversed.
Into the thought, I picture the beauty; an enigma of two becoming one.
Thought has become a nightmare, and I feel the curse dig deeper with every setting sun.
A plague of memory, devouring the silence of this solitude.
But still, I feel as if, somehow - I knew.
As if slaughtered yet, the wall of regret builds taller than the fading sky of courage.
Taken, the feeling once rendered is lost in the horizon of a shattered sky, painted blue.
Just like those eyes, a realm of hope -
A world I once found in you.

When I thought the day would come,
it came and passed.
The pale remembrance still lives within my setting sun.
As the fate that eludes the yearning of my only hope decayed with those words,
... Yet still unspoken.
The deprived resonance of devotion,
is but a time I recall, as the clouds move on with souls that are broken.
I am awaiting their ashes to cloak the unavailing light,
For night has come, and no longer lost in embrace,
I am alone as one.
This is the reality of what this dream has become.
I hope you take the color of this life,
and paint the skyline with the beauty of a thousand truths,
For a wish of an everlasting fate,
turned into a dying plead of escape.
All I ever wanted,
was to paint one for you.

Take this, a moment of a time once held with embrace.
The curse of a fallen longing fills my eyes, creating a blurring sight.
Still, the world fades within the lack of color and light.
But amidst the chaos, I sink once more into the dreamland of night.
For the blackbird of the void,
has taken flight.
~ Meaghan Flemings