I begin making my way towards the source,
while the laughter engulfed me,
coming closer,
more menacing that ever.
I reach the ray of light,
and I notice that in comes no fromt he sun,
but from...
A glass rose.
The ray of light,
bright ans assuring,
fills me with hope.
I follow its path, and it leads...
To my heart.
It is no longer beating as fast,
but eith a slow, steady rythm.
It is beating out a message,
trasmitted by the ray of light.
Though I don't yet understand,
I can hear it beat out the message;
"I love you, I love you, I..."
Dedicated to Elizabeth
by Thompson Le blanc Commodore
Copyright May, 1997.
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