Treasure Island

Natasha Foster


The Man

God dreamed a man,
A beautiful beast of a man.
Beyond my window in the night,
He calls my name,
So faint, no ear is sure it hears.

I go to him
As one, at midnight, wakened by the call.
To his voice I am drawn,
Everyone is king when there's no one left to pawn.

Far up the dim twilight fluttered
That hypnotic voice of his.
From its blue vase, the rose of evening drops,
And I am covered in God's grace.

Submitted: Monday, June 02, 2014

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Something I call a 'Mixer.' A mix of famous first lines, mixed with some of my own! :)

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