vurtomatic
Bluelight Crew
in the night, we stole furtively
ghostly streets blooming skies
under halos of light we found
our paths as we met our dreams
in our dreams, we walked paths
circular paths that never met
we walked into our selves
dissipating under a heavy sun
in the light, of a falling sun
fiery halo upon bleeding sky
our shadows of wispy smoke
upon paths we walked alone
in our paths, there were no regrets
we lived but once, dreams in fists
crystal dews under a burning sun
before we awakened one last time
in the night
in our dreams
in the light
in our paths
we walked, side by side
companions on mortal coils
we dreamt, side by side
pilgrims in the night
you, my halo of light
you, my honest mirror
you, my wispy shadow
you, my burning sun
you, thank you
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this might not make much sense, it's one of those pieces that took on a life of its own after the first stanza. i went mostly with the feel of it and the imageries in my head: of paths, of journeys, of companions, of dreams, and of deaths. they all kinda dance, waver, blend and interweave like images in a heatwave, exchanging significances.
i suppose, this is for all the people who've shared my journey.
ghostly streets blooming skies
under halos of light we found
our paths as we met our dreams
in our dreams, we walked paths
circular paths that never met
we walked into our selves
dissipating under a heavy sun
in the light, of a falling sun
fiery halo upon bleeding sky
our shadows of wispy smoke
upon paths we walked alone
in our paths, there were no regrets
we lived but once, dreams in fists
crystal dews under a burning sun
before we awakened one last time
in the night
in our dreams
in the light
in our paths
we walked, side by side
companions on mortal coils
we dreamt, side by side
pilgrims in the night
you, my halo of light
you, my honest mirror
you, my wispy shadow
you, my burning sun
you, thank you
::
this might not make much sense, it's one of those pieces that took on a life of its own after the first stanza. i went mostly with the feel of it and the imageries in my head: of paths, of journeys, of companions, of dreams, and of deaths. they all kinda dance, waver, blend and interweave like images in a heatwave, exchanging significances.
i suppose, this is for all the people who've shared my journey.
