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So Still In A Dream


Once though so still in a dream
Went we down to watch the willows grow
Painting pictures of light on the wind we ran
Heaven held our hearts beat hand in hand
To plant wings for angels in the snow,

Rose to brush the night from those skies
Delicate powers finely fierce feathers flew
Wondering forever to whether they blew
Away the waits upon our eyes

Saw a world where shadows mill
Amidst the grains vast fields are sewn
Until the day graves shall spill
And all shall know as they are known

We shall see to cast the beam
Which fell athwart the right we would know
Went we down to watch the willows grow
Once though so still in a dream . . .





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Written on 2013-06-07 at 16:14

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Commentally Ill
still in a dream? i certainly am (or so the vodka tells me).

at least it is not a nightmare. in fact, with poetry like this, i do believe that i could sleep for days.

even without poetry like this, i could sleep for days (and often do), but it would not be nearly as pleasurable.

another fine write (but have i not told you to stop doing this? really, you will make the rest of us feel insecure)
2013-06-09



This is beautiful and delicate and it makes me feel which I think really good poetry should.
2013-06-08