Sleeping Beneath Cypress Trees on a Snowy Night
Beneath the stern, snowy boughs of cypress trees
Beneath the stern, snowy boughs of cypress trees
Dreaming dreams soft and silent
Dreaming dreams soft and silent
Dreaming soft dreams beneath the snowy boughs
Of stern and silent cypress trees
I find myself suspended in frozen teardrops
I find myself suspended in frozen teardrops
As oceans of dreamy stars
As oceans of dreamy stars
Suspended in oceans of frozen teardrops
Stars, I find dreamy as myself
Mysteries call, beckon me within
Mysteries call, beckon me within
Celestial enigmas ask deeper of me
Celestial enigmas ask deeper of me
Ask enigmas of celestial mysteries
Beckon me, call me deeper within
Snowy oceans of stars beckon me,
as I find in myself dreamy teardrops:
Silent, frozen. Dreaming enigmas of
celestial boughs… the soft dreams suspended
beneath stern mysteries.
And cypress trees call, ask of me, deeper within.
Author notes
My first attempt at a paradelle: www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/paradelle.html
Okay, so maybe it doesnt make sense. It sounds pretty. The moral: dont write crazy french forms after midnight.
Written March 19th, 2006
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I don't know if you are just a humble martyr of your own making, or just a prisoner of your writers mirror who sees anorexic lyrics that are not the real image. Perhaps all the self criticism is draw us into your web. Anyway it works. I just always say to myself after reading your pieces that someday if I try hard enough, I'll be able to write like you. RC
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Lol this is good for what it is, dont be so hard on yourself
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Well done... I've been in bad shape recently... trouble at home ,hvnt been able to write anything at all... This is very nice indeed... Great work dear ...
Much love
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