Darkness
In the darness of a sunny day, I lie still near death. I quiver with a warm body. I run afraid with nowhere destined. I know not words spoken, only spoken silence. So it seems as comfort as an angel waits not beyond but behind me. The eternity is in front while the light at back tells me, "you are not finished, live it." I pace away from eternity to say good night once more.     copyright 1998 Mike San Juan              
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