These Eyes
To these eyes comes the gift of sleep.
Escapes fair ride to world’s sweet peace.
Challenged not by reality; given not unto rage.
White capsules of allegory in which to ferry the soul into grace.
Therefore beneath the stark velvet of a Capricorn sky
Come now the golden chariots of midnights ride.
Oh sweet slumber induced by a world insane,
Oh gift of sleep which on whispers call fans life’s eternal flame.
J. Allen Wilson © TWO 2007
Letters From The Other Side...The Package
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Light & peace always,
Joselyn
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