My dearest of Angels, you might think me mad
I have yet to sleep and rest my head
Though my heart is aflame with the promise of Love
I am too restless to sleep, Lord above,
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Sidney died by the lake,
on the way to his funeral
He could not bear the loss
and was overwhelmed with grief.
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Like shoes void of a spirit
To bring them Life
The night is but a hollow
bewitching wife.
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In forgotten fields a lone man walks
On aged brown and crumpled stalks
Bygone times and ageless thoughts
Nothing is left of the things he sought.
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When this psychedelic world
Makes something out of nothing,
When this enhanced ability to imagine
called Hallucination
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Wind blown daffodils swayed in the breeze
of an eternal afternoon of breezy sighs
which swept her away to the
furthest reaches of her fantasies.
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In the twilight of the dawn
You can hear the mourning's song,
You can sense the lost and lonely as they weep.
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Inquisitive nature, that cat.
How very curious,
How simply luxurious.
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And here the dear departed
Rest comfortably, indeed,
Fore the wind is always caressing
Never whipping up a scream
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