Icycle comas suspended in space
Like mystical tear drops fallen from grace
Enchanted by illusions of historical planes
Holding onto tonite as we grasp life's reigns

Pleading with temptation as a gnome at play
Entranced by passion and plans that we've made
Oh but to wander and stand in delay
embarking on tomorrow and prices we've paid

Light that dims in echoing chorus
shimmers thru ice like wind in dark forests
Show me kaleidoscopes fanning life's flame
and I'll show you a rainbow that dances in vain

Only to be remembered by solice and beauty
mere seconds evolved thru clouds of lucidity
Calm and awakening as waves rush to shore
crashing in violence upon life's door

Knocking and piercing still hearts that cry
'Wake up ~ breath light!' it screams, 'take flight!'
And to discover sweet life within our core
in solitude, we pray for an open door

Another icycle coma suspended in space
Mystical teardrops fallen from grace
ceasing life's clenches as stones in calm streams
penetrating resistance in silent mirages, we call dreams.

 © 2000 Lady Camelot

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