Dead in Eden

All night,I watched the pale horizon,
During feasts I walked alone,
During Luna`s grey watch,
I surfaced for air

For eternal dead days I faded
`thin aeons now dead,
`thin aeons now gone

Within my own and dark embrace
I perished in groves of most lustrous kind
And then yet once more,I was able to dream

For better it is,to watch the horizon
Than spending your lifetime as if you were dead
In Eden`s eternal and verdant green bloom




Poetry by Christos Tsolakidis
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Written on 2008-05-22 at 08:23

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