under dying stars
Some early mornings… I dream you while walking under dying stars,… your feet are covered with sand, moist with dew. and I hear the murmur of the sea as you come near, so near I can see the empty half of you and know I belong there, but when I reach to touch your heart instead I find an echo the echo of the dreams that I forgot when I buried my wings so long ago to become the soil where other's dreams could grow. Je rêve vous sous des étoiles mourantes Parce que le soleil, triste, se cache de moi... Sign in to see full entry.