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Drifting
Contributed by
rogad
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Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 05:58:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
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When the night turns deep, and you fall in sleep,
When Dark Angels proud come to rise the shroud
That wistfully hid behind your eyelid
The truths of times past; no more earthly fast
Your soul wanders now, steadfast on the prow
Of a vessel fey, while round sounds a lay,
Whimsical and sad, from a voice long dead:
"Thou are the Prince of Clouds, my love;
Thy strength thou receive from above,
Lores in time will relate of thee
And of how fondly thou loveth me ..."
'tis the time for rest, so not awake lest
hold tight to your dream; though reason is prim
Nothing it can do to wipe what's in you,
The woebegone sense, forlorn and intense
and bereft you'll stay in your doleful lay ...
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rogad
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2004-04-13 17:58:22]
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Re: Drifting
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by Remy on
Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 06:54:24 PM AEST
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the italics and the romantic period writing whisps me away in your words... *sigh* ... so pretty... ;0)
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