Distinct

by

Thomas Granger

If I hadn't known that it were true I would want to make Love to you
A kind of Love that I could make would be true by no mistake
It'd cry aloud in silent screams and show the world these are my dreams
They come from days I've left behind me in the distance, through my mind
While I come down inside this place without the sun to see my face
The echoing laughter sent to here may be silent, but echoes clear
It whispers things of yesterday so lost in time, like everyday
Sometimes goes away awhile, into the breath, a sigh, a smile
The tears I cry are not in vein. Neither I nor you restrain
If there were not so much to move me far off course from what I prove
To move my mind across a void where dreams could talk and Love enjoyed
Every sound you're making now would ring with bells, prolonged somehow
The night would not all seem so dark, as time and place might see the spark
A burning light made to seek all the warmth passions speak
Voice the heart that's kept within the years of lust far gone with sin
Taking time to steer the right way around the course we fight
I get to where I want to go, but do not think or really know
Any part of how you feel, the dreams of Love I thought were real
Could not have been the way I thought, emotions spell burns fiery hot
It must take fate a likely trip to form its state and grasp for grip
For peace I find alone at-last, dreaming of my distinct past
I guess I may have been too late to find the way, I hesitate
My only wish that there will be someone else to set me free

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