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Dream Boat
NLL (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Dream Boat

Poem By Not Long Left

Remember that dinner on that dimly lit pier,
lovers entwined under the candle light.
Remember that walk through that dense dark forest,
in each others arms, like the trees branches.
Remembering is the only thing left to do,
my baby's left me,
left me for something new.
That cute little cardigan,
that loosely lay upon your fair shoulders,
always made me smile,
as did your imperfect, but infectious eyes.
but those eyes,
have made me realise,
that time cant heal nor distil.
my baby's left me i cant feel.
once we shared a sex scented bed,
now i lay alone wishing i was dead.
last night i dreamnt we were sailing down,
a perfectly still stream.
it was crystal clear,
and you felt so near.
your silk like hair was blowing in the wind,
like the young birds first flying wings.
we were happy on that little wooden boat,
i wish for these dreams to come alive,
yet they dont.
Remember when we layed on that sandy golden shore,
with sun bleached skin,
sipping, sangria and london gin.
i want to see you dance in the morning breeze,
i would sell my soul,
i would fall on my knees.
when i am asleep our boat is afloat,
when i am awake,
i feel torn, twisted and broke.
Dreams my be life's twisted view on life,
but at least i feel untouched by loves cruel knife.
My baby's left me,
i am aloft to reality.
Remember decembers chilling wind,
when we would sit by the fire,
life felt so complete.
come back,
kiss my aching broken body,
release my from dead lovers lobby.
I cant compete with the words you no longer say,
nor face the thought, of facing a new day.
A brunette bore,
a blonde whore,
fifteen pounds and there always back for more.
i am aloft to reality.
My dream boat, is slowly
sinking into that crystal stream,
and all i can hear is my own desperate scream.

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