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To Sleep...? As silence spreads its wing's and soars, While bitter memories come to rest, And mourning ends with bloodied tears, That fall to mingle with the past... Concealed by night, my thoughts roam free, Snatched from the light, so slick, to be.. Released ! Into the fading ether. Reborn ? Or lost....dispersed forever... An overwhelming sense of tranquility settles, while a myriad of tired dreams subside. I lay my head on blood red petals, Of a heartless rose till darkness hides. © Warren, 1999 |