wee wee hours
sleep keeps herself
free from me
what could be more delicious
than dreaming
sweet
cold feet tucked in
duck down comfort
something more
for the mind to chew on
might I find in
tiny nuances here
a grain of sand
for my eyes?
sleep keeps herself
free from me
what could be more delicious
than dreaming
sweet
cold feet tucked in
duck down comfort
something more
for the mind to chew on
might I find in
tiny nuances here
a grain of sand
for my eyes?
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San Diego
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Re: Awake
Sun, September 30, 2007 - 11:03 AMa time for great things
a time of stone and sword
the turning begins
the drawing forth
the once and future
it is a time for great things
the seizing yielding taking stake
the winds of change howling
the storm of old rising
ancient ones come again
and it is a time for great things
birthing immortal speak invisible sun
breath deep reign song on high
mountain dragon court phoenix fly
and it is a time of greatness
it is my time
it is our time
it is a time of times
-- arthur --
