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Frost Tinted Rose In The Sleeping FieldsHindered by restless thoughts at nightSubmitting to the amber light of evening Wandering through dreamlike states Searching for the end of my ache Fantasising for the home I left Ending the bitter fire that burns Searching for the sleeping fields To fall and descend into slumber Where have my passions gone? Carried away down winding streams Beginning again on this unnamed plane I saw your face in the frost tinted rose The light of the lunar cycle on the oasis Illuminating the endless corpse road Leading to the nirvana of sleeping fields Where I may find you on the face of the rose My mind is laced with bitter thoughts Remembering something said long ago Misplaced memories tinted with smoke Misled prayers to heal an unknown wound |