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Array ( [sid] => 137886 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Where heavans may be(dreaming) [time] => 2007-10-17 15:22:40 [hometext] => i love to write about my dreams, at night or day, hope you like this fantastical notion.. [bodytext] => Past nebulous blankets of drizzly mist,
Reflecting the rainbows that ever persist
Between haunted valleys that endlessly fall-relentlessly creep,

Into leviathan woods where its eidolon sleeps,
Down shadowy woods on the crag where he sleeps,

Gargantuan lakes of archaic resplendence,
Converge at the tower of inspiring ascendance -exceeding the eye,
Its silvery body out climbing the sky,

I’m treading with caution alongside its lake,
Unworthy footsteps retreat in my wake,
As the towers penumbra looks gigantically down,-endlessly stares,

Over the wood and the creek and its unsullied air,
Where each mountain ascends to the sky like a stair…

Where the gods of this place lay golden in light,
Passively watching this dreamers delight...


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Where heavans may be(dreaming)

Contributed by zenith66 on Wednesday, 17th October 2007 @ 03:22:40 PM in AEST
Topic: fantasy



Past nebulous blankets of drizzly mist,
Reflecting the rainbows that ever persist
Between haunted valleys that endlessly fall-relentlessly creep,

Into leviathan woods where its eidolon sleeps,
Down shadowy woods on the crag where he sleeps,

Gargantuan lakes of archaic resplendence,
Converge at the tower of inspiring ascendance -exceeding the eye,
Its silvery body out climbing the sky,

I’m treading with caution alongside its lake,
Unworthy footsteps retreat in my wake,
As the towers penumbra looks gigantically down,-endlessly stares,

Over the wood and the creek and its unsullied air,
Where each mountain ascends to the sky like a stair…

Where the gods of this place lay golden in light,
Passively watching this dreamers delight...






Copyright © zenith66 ... [ 2007-10-17 15:22:40]
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Re: Where heavans may be(dreaming) (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 29th October 2007 @ 02:31:50 AM AEST
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Zenith, my gosh! I'm sorry I have only come to this now, but
what a read for a lazy Sunday morning! I felt like I was casually
walking along the softness of a cloud, viewing the scape of a
true dreamers mist. You captured such a vivid wonderland in
this.

A delightful read. Your descriptions and word usage soar beyond
all expectation! Great post. =)

~Breezy


Re: Where heavans may be(dreaming) (User Rating: 1 )
by SilverRain on Saturday, 10th May 2008 @ 08:04:40 PM AEST
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I got lost in your words and drifted along with the lines. Love your work!




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