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[Yume]

Yellow Eyes

We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.

Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.

Šo rakstu rediģēja Reiki: 07.12.2004 14:08

[earnella]

Nu, nav viena mīļākā, bet Edgaram Alanam Po ir jauki dzejoļi.. *meklē grāmatā*

Edgar Allan Poe

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a walking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted
Ah! What is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

Annabel Lee
For the moon never beams
without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
And the stars never rise
but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
And so, all the night-tide
I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
In the sepulcher there by sea
In her tomb by the sounding sea

The Raven

And the raven, never flitting
still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Dallas
just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming
of a demon`s that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o`er him
streaming throws his shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!