Of Evil Dreams And Divine Poets
Of evil dreams and divine poets -
Have come to me my fairest friends.
From the darkest of oubliettes,
In their healing my hope ascends.
Where life has taught me not to trust -
Past what the naked eye may see.
When to the Darkness I was thrust,
It was their words that rescued me.
Nary are they I've given call,
When all rationale absconds.
But in these two, I've trusted all,
And found new strength within their bonds.
I've cried to them when all seemed lost.
I've laughed with them when all was right.
They've helped me see love worth the cost.
Love, in turn, turned my soul's delight.
Where now I hold Femme in my love,
I would not have laid heart on the line.
Had I not first the friendship of -
DreamEvil and Poet DeVine.
Thank you Dream and Devine for being there when I needed you most. This will not be forgotten unto me.
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
But dreams - of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die:
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 09-25-1999).]