January 25, 2011
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Your face my imagination shows,
Surrounded by a heavenly glow.
You open your mouth to speak,
And the sound of your voice makes me weak.
You tell me you’re content,
and that you’re out of pain.
By an angel you’ve been sent,
For my anguish to refrain.
I reach out, extend my hand,
You back away, from my eyes tears land.
I get confused, you start to disappear,
And darkness gives way to fear.
I’m awoken in the night
-It appears you have crossed into the light.

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