Viking Swords - Stavanger, Norway
Take me into the realm of your midnight dreams awakening sleep Bring us to a higher level far away from misery and despair Where waves through oceans are kissed by a salted breeze blowing A place where mind can fly upon strong waves, straight lines on white sheets Trembling currents grasp one breathless moment holding time No one will not lead us, even if it blows up to storm force gale Circle of twilight's halo under magic spells cast breathing fire starbursts Stars living on self produced energy under horizon's steps forward A mirror reflection of a faraway kingdom reflecting of the sun Faced with light internally stored faithful mercy yields We call life a mystery unforgettable the words of faith, hope and love Crowning angels you came before me a queen Defeating the dragons and fighting wolves from preying sacrifice We find a personal point of common ground held in between world's Viewing life as the canvas we paint upon our memories 29.04.2017 (Unrhymed tercets) A Collaborated Poem Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid Copyright © All Rights Reserved
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