Somewhere deep
Where no voice can stir it awake
Where no hand can reach
Lies a dream
Somewhere deep
Where hope does not gleam
Where life does not seem
Lies a dream
Somewhere deep
The dream lies in its sleep…...
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Somewhere deep
Where no voice can stir it awake
Where no hand can reach
Lies a dream
Somewhere deep
Where hope does not gleam
Where life does not seem
Lies a dream
Somewhere deep
The dream lies in its sleep…...
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A lonely beach. White sand. A long walk.
I know I have to wait. How long, I don't know. May be I will have to be born again. And then, wait again....
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope and love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death;
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago........
Tags a chuisle mo chroi , death , dream , tears
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