The Troubled Skies

Lady of the lands of mist
Who walks my dreams of shadowed bliss
My worry on your waking days
Tell me, don’t avert my gaze
I know the maiden of uncertain fate
Has no desire my hand to take
Yet My growing worry touches the sky
That the lord raven, Sora, cannot dare fly
Alas, this troubled bird, asks the divines
Let you carve your own destiny, take you your time
Rise, the dragons flame, inside your soul
Freedom, it is mans ultimate goal

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Your Name

I was a shattered soul years ago
When you found me in dreams
I near but long forgotten
And when we last spoke
At length as recent I lamented
How broken I still am
My darling, you told me you were Anne
And confessed your own confusions
Alas now I wondered, what name is yours
How many do you have, am I your man?
And it reminds me I learned a new word
In Chinese, Huá, means flower
And I recall dreaming once you used Hoa
As a name on a profile does it mean the same?
It is in my despair, beloved, these questions fill me
Alas my worries grow in my darkest hours
For every name you give ties you to a land
Far from me and a place I currently cannot go
Sora? Anika? Ayana? Hoa?
The list extends onward to eternity
What does this mean for us for me
I fear I’ll keep searching but never find you
For I’ll never know what name is yours
The one in this life time by which you go

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Nī zái nā lī?

I think of that dream once more
Where she messages me
Sweet face framed with dark curls
These dreams I can’t be set free
Last night exhausted I slept
With Sora’s name on my lips
My blossom, my Hoa, my Sakura
And spring is soon to bloom
I hope with it so will our love
Last night I saw her, once more inquired
Doko ni imasu ka? Where are you?
Her voice ever sweet “Hanzu”
Confused I ask Nī zái nā lī?
“Hanzu.” She sighes, “Where are you?”
Each dream we call to eachother
My heart is a weary voided space
Sora, only you will fill this void
Where are you? I want to see your face

In Every Dream

They call me Kim Soo Ah
Friends call me Kimmy
She smiled bright with cherub glow
I handed her fallen books
Blushed with nerves I stole away
From her radiance
I lamented my parting so
Describing her emery hair
To shop keep as being a violent sea
Of dark obsidian streaked
With natural ebony browns
Her curls pinned behind doll like ears
Eyes of honey brown cinnamon
I cursed my anxious shy nature
Shop Keep laughed and says to me
Not all men are winners see
Yet she after me pursued
To my utmost astonishment
And traded numbers
She texted later to my good fortune
To ask to dine that night with me
So out we go but before
I show up at Soo Ah’s door
Dressed in lovely white sun gown
She bids me in to wait
She tend her make up, I sit down
On tapes I see a name
“Sorah’s Don’t Touch”
So Rah? Soo Ah? Or is this Sora?
I call to her and ask
Who is Sorah?
Those tapes are a friend’s.
She pops one in and I watch
The girl dressed in vibrant Han Bok
sings a most  lovely melody
The friend filming claps at end
“Fantastic Sora, beautiful as always.”
She cheers, I shut it off and sigh
So realistic, I mutter, every detail
The apartment, the campus, the store
But Sora, I am dreaming, and it’s you again
Can I not escape the lady of mist?
Will these visions never end?
She sees my sad smile
Oh, then it’s you, Damien?
That, Damien, where are you
Kentucky fair one, asleep
And where, Anika, are you?
Looking for you in every dream

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Ever Raging Dreams

I close my eyes and I see her
Sat on a bench alone
Her son in stroller laughs
I watch from a distance
Seperate, yet there I see
I desire to reach to her
I wish to share with her my heart
Pour my soul to her like wine
Yet he approaches and I open my eyes
I never wanted to leave Sora
My desire isn’t for the dreams to fade
All those others just vapid shadows
I, in her life, just an empty shade
Watching having never met her
Wishing with no clue if she is real
I close my eyes once more to dream
Waiting stories to be seen
She’s with me laughing, a joke I told
Her hair swept up she’s ageless
While I seem ever so old
I leaned to examine the way her eyes light
My heart longs for her shine ever bright
My deep fear, finding my Sora
Only to push her far away
My heart a wall, a fortress
My dreams my prison, my empty cage
Sealing me with sorrow
Filling my souls eternal rage
If she is out there, patient waiting
The maiden who my heart doth dream
Forgive me Tsuki, my troubled moon
I am but the storm at sea
The swirling typhoons
In your dark monsoon season
The agonies of eternal love
Yet even if i’m the epitome
Of your ever increasing dark despair
If I am not your knight from heaven above
Know I’ve longed for you’re happiness
To stand aside you, in solidarity
To hear your pain, cheer your bliss
I wish to be there beloved lady of dreams

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Distracted

Distracted myself all day but couldn’t stop thinking
Every conversation running like water over me
Every dream I ever had, every vision, every reading
I don’t mean a thing but she, why her tears are my anxiety

I want to chase her away, like a nuisance, a lost dog
Inside I know her to be just my type
Infatuated, obsessive, clingy, clearly devoted
But I won’t pretend to be someone I ain’t I won’t lie

My code of honour, honesty and integrity prevents me
The words said twist like fabric falling lose
Just as her hair when the pins removed, flowing free
Why is my soul so twisted up inside

And every word I type is in hesitancy
Will this be another poem I delete? wipe away
As I would all the shattered dreams in the past
Or will I cave and plead her once more stay

Even though it causes us both unnecessary agony
I am a shade, a whisper, a false dream I said
Yet the song this bard sings is hollow, empty
If the words do not resonate, Anika Sora be free

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It Isn’t Me

Time after time,
line for line,
I grow weary
My patience thin
Like ice in winter
The cold pain splinters
Into my soul of glass
I grow weary
How I tire of these words
Empty, left unheard
Nay unheeded
For sake of heart beholden
I dare not chase the stars
For it only leaves bitter scars
Nay I chase the troubled moon
Still I grow weary
For the troubled moon
Does not rise at high noon
Nor does she recognise the sea
Yes weary it isn’t me…

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