Oblivion
Dream weaver -
Take me to a place I really belong,
Where the eagles freely fly
Without fear of thirsty hunters at bay -
Where mountain slopes glimmer of rich vegetation,
Where castles in the air can be seen
In dreams within a dream.
Take me to where words become the soul of everything that
exists -
That in the mere wave of my hand,
Everything else transforms into a magical illusion
Take me where lost loves meet again in Paradise -
Where the Angels descend and walk among strangers
In liberty -
Oblivion -
How I long to caress the gentle stroke of your touch,
Taking me to a place I’d rather be in
Where dreams of forever come to visit me at night,
Enchants the weary heart
Enthralls me in a swift turn of fate.
The Planet of Angels -- Adriana De Castro
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