Saturday, August 20, 2011

Morpheus

Almost too slow to come,
mild as Jesu's hand,
he will arrive, to smooth
away your anger.

After the barren,
long day of pain,
there will be Spring,
in your heart at least.

You will smile
even for a while,
in a dark, lonely bed,
otherwise called 'life'.

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