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Crystal Springs
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I wish for us a world; where everything is as it should not be.
Where the sea shall serve as the sky, and the sky shall serve as the sea; a world in which we choose, what we see, what we hear, and what we touch
We live in the town of Crystal Springs, where the people are mysterious, benignant and sometimes cruel
Our home lies, beyond tall fir trees
It is an oak-wood cabin, where the firewood is always burning, and memories are never forgotten
Left of the cabin lives an old bench, watching over a silent bay.
At its feet rests... a dimly lit oil lamp; the old bench’s only friend
The town itself is a member of this world
It lives, it breathes; no different from the people
When the day dawns, the town awakens; brimming with dreams that will always come true
When night arrives, the town sleeps; but haunting vocals from a bewitching siren, permeate the lifeless streets
Her voice can be seen and it can be touched, and shall reduce us to tears, by way of beauty and not sadness
The townspeople gather for a candlelit vigil, on the heartless pebble stone beach
The Sheriff stands, with the mother and father; he witnesses their faith dissolve. He clutches his Stetson against his chest, and relives a case gone awry
Upon a mountain, overlooking the town, a man contributes his time
He sits alone, cradles a coffee and helps people through the night
A record concludes; and he warns listeners of a nearby rainy storm; offering sanctuary, and warm drinks to potential victims of the night
Down from the station, the storm has swallowed the mountain road
The storm has trapped a mechanic, who was repairing a writer’s car
He takes a blanket from his truck, and wraps it around the writer; she shivers, coughs, and sneezes, then thanks him with a kiss on the cheek
The rain slows to a crawl, as a ghostly couple walk out into the road
They hold each other close, and begin to waltz through the rain
A gramophone materialises on the bonnet of the truck, and ballroom music starts to play
After many paces and many spins, the couple cease and bow
A distant applause is heard, as roses begin to fall
Where the sea shall serve as the sky, and the sky shall serve as the sea; a world in which we choose, what we see, what we hear, and what we touch
We live in the town of Crystal Springs, where the people are mysterious, benignant and sometimes cruel
Our home lies, beyond tall fir trees
It is an oak-wood cabin, where the firewood is always burning, and memories are never forgotten
Left of the cabin lives an old bench, watching over a silent bay.
At its feet rests... a dimly lit oil lamp; the old bench’s only friend
The town itself is a member of this world
It lives, it breathes; no different from the people
When the day dawns, the town awakens; brimming with dreams that will always come true
When night arrives, the town sleeps; but haunting vocals from a bewitching siren, permeate the lifeless streets
Her voice can be seen and it can be touched, and shall reduce us to tears, by way of beauty and not sadness
The townspeople gather for a candlelit vigil, on the heartless pebble stone beach
The Sheriff stands, with the mother and father; he witnesses their faith dissolve. He clutches his Stetson against his chest, and relives a case gone awry
Upon a mountain, overlooking the town, a man contributes his time
He sits alone, cradles a coffee and helps people through the night
A record concludes; and he warns listeners of a nearby rainy storm; offering sanctuary, and warm drinks to potential victims of the night
Down from the station, the storm has swallowed the mountain road
The storm has trapped a mechanic, who was repairing a writer’s car
He takes a blanket from his truck, and wraps it around the writer; she shivers, coughs, and sneezes, then thanks him with a kiss on the cheek
The rain slows to a crawl, as a ghostly couple walk out into the road
They hold each other close, and begin to waltz through the rain
A gramophone materialises on the bonnet of the truck, and ballroom music starts to play
After many paces and many spins, the couple cease and bow
A distant applause is heard, as roses begin to fall
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