SHAPES WITHOUT FORMS, SHADES WITHOUT COLORS,
THE ALWAYS RISING OF THE NIGHT,
WHERE ANGELS AND DEVILS COME TO LAUGH AND PLAY
IN A RECOIL OF FANCY WHIMS AND RAINBOW MISTS.
AND TO MAKE AN END IS TO HAD MADE A START,
UNDER THE TWINKLE OF A FALLING STAR,
AND ANGELS HEARD YOU AND STRAIGH APPEARED
WAITING FOR YOU WITH OPEN DOORS.
THE WORLD IS LIFE ENDURED, AND LIVED BY ALL
HARDLY HANGING THERE, ACROSS THE BLUE SKY,
FOR ANOTHER DREAM THAT GOES, INTO POSSESSION
OF ANOTHER MIND.
FROM ALL THAT WE ARE TO REMEMBER, THE SOUL
DESCENDS AGAIN AND AGAIN INTO BITTER LOVE,
WITH EYES THAT I NEVER DARE TO MEET NOT EVEN
IN DREAMS.
LET LOVERS AND LOVE GO FRESH AND SWEET,
TO RUN THEIR COURSE UNDONE,
WHERE ALL THE ANGELS AND DEVILS COME TO
PLAY, IN YOUR OWN MIND
AND UNDER THE SKY STUDDED WITH BURSTING
STARS AND SILENT VIOLINS, AND LOVE FLYING
WITH UNCONFINED WILD WINGS.
AND WHAT WE CALL THE BEGINNING IS SOMETIMES
THE END,
AS THE SHADOWS OF THE NIGHTS COME AROUND,
LOVE IS JUST LIKE A BED OF SWEET DREAMS,
TO RECONCILE THE CRUEL REALITY OF LIFE AND
DEATH.
LADYDP2000
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