A southern breeze and this road I'm on,
I wonder if I'll see the end.
The city of my sleep where angels dream,
Wrapped up closely to the dawn.
Follow time, like a ghost,
Follow time, like a ghost, I long to wander.
I fell into an angel's dream, I think I left my senses there,
Along with all those forgotten things I left my senses there.
Follow time, like a ghost,
Follow time, like a ghost, I long to wander.
This is the time that we have longed for, that we have longed for.
From far away, far away,
I ask that you would stay in my tranquil dreams,
Tranquil dreams, tranquil dreams
Tarnation
This is a photo of a cemetery with brush tools for the bird and ghostly boy, plus several grunge layers and a duotone to make it greenish.
The other-worldliness in this is strong. Do I almost see an apparition front right? The bird reminds us we are still in the world of the living - just barely.
Wow again! I'm really blown away by your talent at this. You need to start working on your book. Seriously. Even if its just one you make for yourself and keep -- and give to family -- you have to record all these beautiful pieces you have created with these poems. They are amazing and really touching!
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