To: Soaring Feather
If I dream, I dream of the dark of night, and there are no stars overhead.
The world is backlit in this ghostlight, and everything is ethereal.
Oddly, there are crickets and katydids there.
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01/12/2007 5:14:25 PM PST by
Darksheare
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To: Darksheare; Soaring Feather
"If I dream, I dream of the dark of night, and there are no stars overhead.
The world is backlit in this ghostlight, and everything is ethereal.
Oddly, there are crickets and katydids there."
Dark of Night
If I dream, I dream of night.
A starless sky of hidden moons,
Crickets tune their instruments,
And katydids hum nocturnal tunes.
A lullaby called Come Hither,
A song to soothe a friend.
With silences of darkswept breeze,
In woodland without end.
My eyes are all reflections,
As ghostly lights may play,
On billowed gauzy curtains,
In windows as they sway.
The place I am is restfulness,
The place I seek is Home.
My head will not rest easy here,
And still I choose to roam.
NicknamedBob . . . 1/11/2007
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01/12/2007 5:37:31 PM PST by
NicknamedBob
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