Array ( [sid] => 146593 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => As Magic Sleeps [time] => 2008-12-01 00:45:27 [hometext] => This one is something I wrote while getting some fresh air as my lover slept. [bodytext] => Poetry this night hung from the heavens;
as clouds, as stars, as a waning moon.
Poetry this night lied resting in my heart
as sleeping magic upon a parallel pillow.
Never is a place;
a place where I can touch her enough,
a place where a single kiss is all I need,
and I never starve for her sweat, her flesh.
Ever is a destiny;
a place where poets rhyme eternally,
a place where lovers know true ecstasy,
and I ever fall into her eyes completely.

She is the lost paradise of men gone mad,
and I am the stumbling and enchanted fool.
She is the quill which inks the only romance
that I will ever want or feel the need to know.
Hell is a place;
built on the hot coals of incomplete love,
a place where I can no longer trust her smile,
a place where I can no longer feel her sleep.
Heaven is a destiny;
a place where she dances the perfect imagination,
a place where her tears are only the morning dew,
and I am only lost in the bliss of God, love, muse.
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As Magic Sleeps
Date: Monday, 1st December 2008 @ 12:45:27 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Rali_Shayne
Poetry this night hung from the heavens;
as clouds, as stars, as a waning moon.
Poetry this night lied resting in my heart
as sleeping magic upon a parallel pillow.
Never is a place;
a place where I can touch her enough,
a place where a single kiss is all I need,
and I never starve for her sweat, her flesh.
Ever is a destiny;
a place where poets rhyme eternally,
a place where lovers know true ecstasy,
and I ever fall into her eyes completely.

She is the lost paradise of men gone mad,
and I am the stumbling and enchanted fool.
She is the quill which inks the only romance
that I will ever want or feel the need to know.
Hell is a place;
built on the hot coals of incomplete love,
a place where I can no longer trust her smile,
a place where I can no longer feel her sleep.
Heaven is a destiny;
a place where she dances the perfect imagination,
a place where her tears are only the morning dew,
and I am only lost in the bliss of God, love, muse.


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