Over the hills

Julien Aubert Schiappapietra

I woke up on a remembered pier
Lighthouse's lights where I hid
Memories I've lain through
Living all without you in my
Heart
 
Slained monsters abide my fate
I feel their pulse that fades
With it the fever heat
Of a sweet forever torn
Apart
 
As I try and rewind
The time's tide
I can't succeed in
Finding the old light
The sun was a thread
O'er the hills
I just stood there I was cold
Within the winds of other world
A flow of thinking
Enlighten memories
Forgotten
Words and hopes streams confused
Sights of promises being used
Over the hills whose buds
Were our magic's
Recipient
As I've tried to rewind
The time's tide
I can't succeed in
Finding the old light
The sun is a thread
O'er the hills  

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