Array ( [sid] => 82409 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dancing [time] => 2005-02-01 00:21:48 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Night-songs and a waiting sky,
summer-voices of nearness…
Believe in the promise the
mountains stand for… since ages.

The fading star stole the tears
of yesterday, somewhere far across.
And all those shadows come home
tonight- to light that melts them.

On the shore, the blue waves
laugh again, and the golden sands,
Still shining, call out for dreams
to sail upon their winds again.

Like finding a forgotten song,
that was lost somewhere in the wild,
This is that one moment-
more precious than all the rest of life.

That moment, where hope breathes,
one moment- of endless deep,
Of all the answers long-searched,
of the place where all roads meet.

Reaching out a hand, the quietness of
the sky calls, to where eagles soar,
Let it hold your hand tonight…
leaving the stars etched into your palm.

Let all of time stay captured in
one waltz on the old wooden bridge,
Dancing forever on wind-sailing dreams
and star-etched hands…

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Dancing
Date: Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 12:21:48 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Tanmaya
Night-songs and a waiting sky,
summer-voices of nearness…
Believe in the promise the
mountains stand for… since ages.

The fading star stole the tears
of yesterday, somewhere far across.
And all those shadows come home
tonight- to light that melts them.

On the shore, the blue waves
laugh again, and the golden sands,
Still shining, call out for dreams
to sail upon their winds again.

Like finding a forgotten song,
that was lost somewhere in the wild,
This is that one moment-
more precious than all the rest of life.

That moment, where hope breathes,
one moment- of endless deep,
Of all the answers long-searched,
of the place where all roads meet.

Reaching out a hand, the quietness of
the sky calls, to where eagles soar,
Let it hold your hand tonight…
leaving the stars etched into your palm.

Let all of time stay captured in
one waltz on the old wooden bridge,
Dancing forever on wind-sailing dreams
and star-etched hands…



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