Walking with a Dead Poet

If I had another momentpot
Just to bring you back to me
Then the story may be finished
Out of this world we could flee.

Run our feet beside the sunset
Lie beneath the bright blue sky
Hand in hand we’ll be together
Hand in hand we’ll say goodbye.

In the night we’ll reach for stars
Sit for hours by the ocean
Moonlight will guide the way back home
Forget about the worlds commotion.

Speak of poetry we will
Create dreams of oceans deep
Your timid love, so true and real
With open hearts we then shall sleep.

Slowly we’ll drown within our passion
Never will I leave the arms of your embrace,
And when I gaze into the mirror
I wish to see beside me, your charming, perfect face.

July 26, 2011


Author: © Алёна Комарова (Alëna S.)

Stories grow old and maybe they're true. You have a story as well as I do. Some may be simple and some may change lives. So why don't you look and see what you'll find. These are the stories inside my mind. Which may be realities of beauty and time. Some maybe stories of other lives. Mysteries painted, not all disguised. Please rate and enjoy my own little blog. Keep your dreams alive and don't forget to look. Honesty's good but don't be too hard of a critic. Say what you'd like 'cause I sure would love to hear it! E S T A B L I S H E D • 2 0 0 9

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