Dreams
by James Deyotte | Now, a new day doth break,
from peaceful dreams I awake.
Now nature paints in many hues,
a rosy bronze, on skies of blue.
Dreams of life, I know so well,
Their meanings, I shall never tell.
The ringing, of the distant bell,
the Screaming of Poor Souls in Hell.
The shinning, of the distant light,
It guides me, through the lonely night.
In the darkness, now I pray,
My Soul, be spared, on Judgment Day. | James Deyotte
Copyright 2005
Listed August 29, 2005 |
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