in the late hours of the night

in dreams most blissful
and visions most divine,
your image visits me
in the late hours of the night
beckoning unto me to come

shall i anything do but obey?
how could i not come unto you,
when the beauty of your spirit
draws me in such a manner as this?
your spirit visits my spirit
in the late hours of the night




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Written on 2012-05-01 at 21:20

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
No mater how dark the night , lite shines through.
Ken
2012-05-02

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