Sleeping

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Sleeping

as i watch you sleeping with know idea it will be the last time i ever will unkind fait has outher plans for you. At this moment your beauty has never been more apparent Now bathed in pail light as you rest in my room of many windows.

A thousand verses of just as many songs run threw my mind you are my living poetry , verses, sonnets and odes, Even as you dream you amaze me, Chizled features as if glass or stone But made to live but flesh and bone, you inspire me i couldnt and havent survived with out you my goddess my everything.

I still see you even in my dreams and as of late in every face upon the street as your portret is burned into my memorie, Sweetest kiss and salty tears mingle on my toung bloodstained hands of simple man turn bitter beast by time and circumstance beond control.

It has begun my glorious insanity the time all i see in the darkness minute affter minute i watch as they chang no longer going forward but counting down to my extingtion. Morning will come i feel it in my bones it will wash away the magic of midnight And leave me with emptyness with the nolage i have failed, I awaken but its nolonger our yesterday or even the day affter.

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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