Freshly Dusted

From slumber dark and deep Here does an angel leap. A specter, clothed in white, Settled here to spend the night. A rasping breath adds to the noise Of deathly silence’s cherished toys. The angel’s garments shift to black, And I so deeply feel my lack. The dawn breaks from behind a cloud, Heaven’s triumph at last allowed. And from this dream doth...

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Golden roses wilting And their petals are falling fast. The voices are soft and lilting Because diseased flowers never last. An eye blearily opening, Takes in the light of dawn, That shimmers from the windows For moments before it's gone. From slumber doth the villain peek, Glad for another day, But better still to turn aside And fall asleep to stay. In all...

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Why is my heart as cold As a December in Maine? Why am I so bold, Always searching for more pain? Why does the imagery of frozen woods And crisp November skies, Always sink me into thoughtful moods, Contemplating the meaning of these lies? Why is my fear as hot, As Texas in July? I try to force it down, but it’s not...

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