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Without Inspiration

January 4, 2012
By nebraska_blaise SILVER, El Dorado Hills, California
nebraska_blaise SILVER, El Dorado Hills, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Everything is Song. Everything is Silence. Since it all turns out to be illusion, perfectly being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, you are free to die laughing." - James Broughton


Whisper to me the song of your dream
Wispy promises against a suffocating void, ever so deep
It is your soul I wish to redeem

Your murmur shall glimpse a smear of white along the ebony seam
For it is the key to revelation that you no longer keep
Whisper to me the song of your dream

Without a song, the shadowy mist and steam
Shall continue its hushed path through your veins, to seep
Into your soul that I wish to redeem

Yet this abyss of broken wings and reveries with wither near the beam
Of fiery hope, no longer your words shall the darkness reap
Whisper to me the song of your dream

Although chained to numbing shackles your passion may now see
The needling frost shall melt, but do not be afraid to weep
It is your soul I wish to redeem

If you choose to leave your dream to die, all that you deem
To be bright shall tarnish to grey unless you find faith and a leap
And whisper to me the song of your dream
For it is your soul I wish to redeem


The author's comments:
This is a villanelle, which is a French poetry format with relatively strict requirements

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