The Twilight of My Sleep

Do you know that soft time in the mornings, between sleep and waking?

This is about love, in that time of the morning.  The time I call, The Twilight of My Sleep.

In that hazy twilight time

twixt sleep and gently waking

I reach for you and pull you close

My lips, yours for the taking.

Your winsome smile, your tousled hair

Love shining from your eyes

I reach for you and pull you close

Hearts bound by mystic ties.

Warm bodies touch, and then they meld

‘neath quilt and blankets rumpled

I reach for you and pull you close

Two lovers gently coupled.

A gentle sigh, a sweet caress

and fin’ly a soft moan

I reach for you to pull you close

But I find myself alone.

You’re in my heart, you’re in my dreams

but waking, you’re not there

I’d reach for you to pull you close

but ’tis another’s bed you share.

Now in my empty bed I lay

‘lone with my pillow and fears

I reach for it and pull it close

and stain it with my tears.

Days upon nights, you are not here

still your heart in mine I’ll keep

And I’ll reach for you and pull you close

In the twilight of my sleep.

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The Mime (OOC)

Wanted to share another song I had written.  As some of you know, I used to rp a fantasy/medieval minstrel.  Therefore when I wrote the music to this song, I tried to stick with a certain period orchestration, based upon what instrument she played and what others could play.  And the music file has no vocals, but I think its easy to figure out.

Also, I wanted to try and use the limerick form in a non-limerick way.

The Mime

INTRO

There once was a minstrel from the north
A pretty one, some say, of a sort
She was young, she was old
She was shy, she was bold
But through it all, she doubted her worth

She cries yet there’s no-one to hear
All that people can see are their fears
Expectations and dreams
Turn to dust, it does seem
And emptiness, it dries all her tears

She’s the mime in the box, stuck within
They all see just the twinkle and grin
No one’s looking inside
Where she curls up and hides
Stuck within the walls of her skin

INTERLUDE

BRIDGE

All they see is the clothes, and the ribbons, and the curls
All they see is the dancing, the singing, the twirls
She’ll be flirty and bawdy, and perhaps a bit naughty
All they see are her performances for both boys and girls

They see what’s expected to be
It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy
The paint on the wall
Does it color it all?
Or does the paint stain the essence of she?

There once was a minstrel in hell
Trapped within an unchanging shell
Are those the same eyes
Peering out from inside?
I don’t know, can you see, can’t you tell?

I’m the mime in the box, stuck within
You all see just the twinkle and grin
No one’s looking inside
Where I’ve curled up and died
Stuck in the walls of my skin