quinta-feira, 5 de março de 2009

The Watery Chant of the Seraph

An angel kissed
my cheek today
though I did sleep
and was ignored
by worldly men
as rich as kings
I heard the whisperings
of their wings
I felt the fluttering
of the air
as if an angel
combed my hair
I heard the seraph's
watery chant
drip down
my dreams
distilled to song
While the River Lethe
and then
one tear awoke
the deluge
Another dawn
awoke the day
What once was near,
so far away.


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