Sunday, 15 August 2010

. Aerial.

He was a boy who loved to dream
He dreamed of love and of being free.
One sunlit day when the grass was green
there he met his heroine.

She looked at him with a sensuous smile
and he just got lost in her eyes.
Leaving the rest to fate they ran
Together, into neverland.

The woods had never smelt so sweet
as then with her hands in his;
the undergrowth bloomed so cosy
as they merged soul and body.

his dreams turned to reality-
"I love you", whisphered she.
elated, he put his fears to rest
and fell asleep at her chest.

He opened his eyes and it was dark
he stared aghast at his empty arms.
he called for her on and on again
searched the woods in vain.
He raised his head and cried to the skies,
to watch the clouds divide
into the shadow of a pleading nymph
her face, her hair, her eyes
"I can't be yours; can't be free;
I'm Aerial, never destined to live."

her face filled with pain and light
faded without saying goodbye.

and the boy who had dreamed too much
felt his heart crumbling in the dark
his feet left the cliff and sank thru the air.
He had drowned in Aerial.

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