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Sunday, October 14, 2012

I DREAM OF DEATH

by Marc Carver
 
There are Raphael paintings in the sky by day
as clouds race by.
The days are mostly the same too
but i never see the same clouds.

Day is now night and how bright that moon is.
Not full, just like a eye.
The all seeing eye.
If it turned and looked it would see straight into my heart if i let it.
 
Only good men die on nights like this.
Warm death
blanketed by dreams
whispering
the journey for you my friend
is over.

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