in the late hours of the night
in dreams most blissfuland 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
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-05-01 at 21:20
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