Byron wannabe

Praga 2-1 copyBring me the lush of your eyes

Heal my deserts with that freshness

I hate the dry voidness of life without you

It is dark when you are away

So come, return home, to me

All of you belongs here, in this haven

Kept from the harm and pain of others

Safe in my arms, a port in the storm of days

So gather what you are, if you may

Collect your dreams and hopes

Hold them by the hand and drift here

Following the tides and the winds

Fly swiftly, for every second counts

You have been far for too long

Join me then, bridge this gap

Make me feel one, again


Clear your mind of all there is

Become desert, wide as the wild

The void becomes you

Open yourself, let me flow in

And take ownership of your thougts

I belong to them, they to me

Why delay what is to be?

If we are bound to merge as one

As our nature commands it to

Why not go ahead, unleashed?

So move, release the dreary within

I will fill it with the depth of me

You will be complete, you will see

For the first time, for ever


The remnants of our past lives still linger

Pulling us down, below the surface

We fight them, effortful

Avoiding drowning in the sorrows

Clinging to the pristine hope of tomorrow

It is there, ahead, that we look

Beyond the dark and tempestuous

There is mist on the foregroung

Welcoming us, like a warm embrace

“Come to me, your haven is here”

A mermaid of gentle voice allures

Whispering through the wind

Drawing us closer and closer

Until we gently become what was written

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