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1 Phantom on Tue Nov 22, 2011 2:50 am

Somewhat inspired by Nic Basson, Gabriel Lightdancer, Zak Theron and Rudi Prinsloo.

Phantom

Tonight I miss him
... He has no name known to me
His face I have not seen

Tonight I urn for his arms to enfold me
Draw me near
Hold me for just that little while longer
I long for his touch
That gentle wipes away the aches and pains from doing too much alone
I urn for the way he knows my soul
That so many a moment need not be explained

As he is there his present strengthens my very being
For many a illusion my mind had made to captivate me to keep me from my dream

As he speaks words
Words of truth
The shackles fall to the ground
The sound they make is quite profound
As he speaks of beauty in what he sees the lifE flows back to place I thought were left in ruins.
As he speaks of strength
This courage rises up in me...
That spineless creature inside me dies.
As he speaks of the hope he sees in my eye
My life begins to breath.

Oh for this phantom he comes only by night
Never to often
And only when no one will catch site

He comes in no real form
Non that you could see

He comes to me only in my dreams but for that moment he brings me back to life...

Life like I am yet to know

Oh tonight I urn for him...
Maybe in my dreams we'll meet.
( the Word urn instead of yearn was used for a reason) Smile

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