| | | crepuscular | | | | “The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.”
~Yeats
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 | Night falls ~ down come stolen dreams ~ once full of hope ~ Springs dance arrives ~ too late for them to care ~ Reality unwinds as healing ignores time ~ lessons learned, he is ready ~ able to awaken a beautiful spirit ~ her once lost soul shines again ~ Lovers leap ~ frog sounds his gentle horn ~ her bare feet in wet grass ~ escape from these walls ~ meant to capture freedom ~ walls that no longer peel ~ Whispers bring them all home ~ ward is now empty ~ they all return to where hearts find peace ~ to a place of rest ~ away from the Asylum. | -- Gypsy A., 3/13/12
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 | Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear... | -- Laurie McGill, 4/6/11
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