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Time - remembered.

I dream the ghosts that haunt me
In the waking hours of death -

Whispering spirits taunt me
In the silent dark hours left.

For each night goes by listening
For the night birds as they dream

And, by some remembrance of Shakespeare
When round fies witches scream

I can not shake their meaning
Nor blank their madness out

Until the dawn bids screaming
Come wake me with a shout!

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Take sleep away and sanity can not remain... All the beautiful images, all your wonderful words turn sour in the shadow of insomnia
Written March 26th, 2006

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  • transcendental baby gold member
    March 26, 2006
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    I think that's true Louise ... I know I need sleep. Thank you for reminding me