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Kvaran Einar

Imploding Dreams

 


I found myself flowing in a river of shadows, time hadn't stopped walking through the park, and the future left me abandoned and waiting, never arriving. Strangeness was like a cold shower of Giving-Life. It all had to stop before we could see the sounds hitting us from above. So we heard a green storm chasing away all the forgotten hopes. I rose up across the ocean, and swam into the mountains, then flowed through the air as I touched liquid gold.

When were wings turned to crooked limbs? I forgot. Yet it mattered not. Restored they are. I killed the past with a spoon, so rise up you need not wait for soon. Crows picking up glittering sparks among the hearts of men. The trees breathing a dragons breath into the fire. Tears were crying clouds of rain, at the sight of all this false pain. Just simply let it all be forgotten, the lies the fear, the pain. Simply forget. Or remember that Love is that which has been replaced. Replaced with a false dream, inside an empty space that is imploding into itself.

Souls gloriously open up their mouths, and are bursting forth liquid silver and gold from the cry of a waking heart that has been in hibernation. Winter is over, wake up, Beat, Beat dear heart, and let us blossom into the spring, as beings of divinity, majestically.

Aynar the Raven

 




Envoyé: 14:34 Fri, 19 February 2016 par: Kvaran Einar