occoquan1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For You Jack. Darkest Angel In deep illusion, delusion dreams, and called I heard the sound of night, whose light before thy shadowed beams prepares and calls thy master home. In dark delusion angels' sway and death held fast, and so delayed, but nothing stills that reaper's scythe that swings and calls into the night. Once dreamed, and dreamed thought had begun, but learning wise from prodigal son, that bore the fruit of visage stained, and poured the wine, and smiles refrained. And so though thought to leave behind, thou followest still in baleful stare, and silence speaks the words I can't, in blackness standing ill prepared. I pray thee find you waiting there...I pray thee find you waiting there. 1:51 a.m. - 05-23-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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