In dreams I spoke,
and the words flowed so achingly sweet and clear,
that angels waited by my side with their soft mouths open,
their terrifying eyes focused most dreadfully on my face.
I woke from the nightmare with a start, alone.
I spoke, talking to myself,
my voice a pale shadow of that remembered brilliance
And though a million words could not suffice to tell even one from my dream,
clumsy, halting, with all my soul laid bare
the words course on
telling tales from heaven and hell and all the strange lands in between
and all the joys that mortals still can share.
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ah there it is! there's my favouritest line!
ReplyDeleteI had struggled with a signature piece for the blog for some time and could not get there. This just tumbled out in 5 minutes from some place within me where it had been brewing. I credit the muse that lives in one of those strange lands for the authorship. Glad you enjoyed the words and the voice.
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