of an angel shimmering
green,
Lacking naught for want
of nothing but
this,
Eternal bliss in the arms
of that sleeping
beauty,
Quest without cause
somewhere in
higherness,
Free of stress, elevating
toward the stars above
the conscious
plane,
Somewhere, subconscious
in some heavenly mind
frame...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
09/10/2013
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