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Tuesday, June 1st 2004, 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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