Treasure Island

Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Inner Heart


If in darkness die
I should this night...
before see I rise
faint pale moon light...

Tell her of ardent cherished
love scent still endures perception...
with an inauspicious intensity
beyond bridged visualized astral projection...

Beseeched God willing
attaining heights in heaven beyond compare
love consummated will
united be... Divinely Possessed Sphere.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Thursday, April 08, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2011

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  • Marina Gasbey (8/3/2010 10:33:00 AM)

    Thant is very sweet... You would tell her you loved her before you died... Deep and meaningful words... Marina Gasbey... (Report) Reply

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