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|1 Jun 2004 @ 22:26, by Marissa A Spencer|
Rests The Folly
Slumbers pillow in form a lover’s dream
Sweet kissing’s befall the midnight air,
To embrace soft bedclothes in lonely emptiness
Substance lost spite ardent prayer.
Reaching out in silent, quiet loneliness
I beseech the sacred to blaspheme
What in profane desire grows submission?
So fully marking the mind on waking,
Rests the folly of each night’s pleasure.
Leaving heart and body shaking
How will my worthiness measure?
When my lucid self mocks with derision.
Morning pride denies total surrender
Brushing sunrise’s crystal tears away
Ignoring unconscious trembling hands
Night fades like a forgotten sachet
The day is lost in the hourglass sands
But the dream waits in fragrant splendor
© March 14, 2002 Marissa A. Spencer
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