Status: For as long as this thing goes, lol...
The Opeth Soliloquies.
Morningrise. (I)
As the night forever sears...
And dawn stretches on...
She rests, bringing femme pallor to the frisky moonlight...
I know this face,
Those are cognizant tears...
This woman is familiar, an old friend, if you might.
It is all so unclear, in the wake of these trees...
And I cannot remember as I drop to my knees.
Windows show no favor when they open to the glade...
Her lips form, speechless to a fallen stranger.
Mute to the voice that strickens my past...
This is new awakening,
To old time spent.
She, the heart that I loved so well...
These are olden pleas,
To new advent.
Should the morning ever rise, as we timely embrace?
We lose the eternal thought, in wilderness' face...
Once again we progress, so close from promises made,
Away from dusts, into pale danger...
And dawn stretches on...
She rests, bringing femme pallor to the frisky moonlight...
I know this face,
Those are cognizant tears...
This woman is familiar, an old friend, if you might.
It is all so unclear, in the wake of these trees...
And I cannot remember as I drop to my knees.
Windows show no favor when they open to the glade...
Her lips form, speechless to a fallen stranger.
Mute to the voice that strickens my past...
This is new awakening,
To old time spent.
She, the heart that I loved so well...
These are olden pleas,
To new advent.
Should the morning ever rise, as we timely embrace?
We lose the eternal thought, in wilderness' face...
Once again we progress, so close from promises made,
Away from dusts, into pale danger...