| Where Angels Sleep We tread on land where angels sleep when in our hearts it is we weep for things we do not know pure knowledge is elusive bliss a deftly planted rare, sweet kiss from the lips, an angelÕs whisper off into the world I go day by day wearing armor to shield me true from those who know not what they do. ø Eric Walton, St. Paul, Minn. a world away are we things that might have been now might they never be? what once we thought was Heaven sent now a world away are we in shiftless moods the fogs descend fast lives filled with such subtleties do we understand or do we pretend? when a world away are we thoughts fractured by perception leave us treasured shards of memories reality's masterpiece or just deception? when a world away are we. life will try its best to humble us up until the very day in an epiphany we realize that we're not a world away. ø Eric Walton, St. Paul, Minn. |
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JUNE 2004 |
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