“Ah love! Could thou and I with fate conspire to grasp this sorry scheme of things entire! Would not we shatter it to bits – and then re-mould it nearer to the hearts desire!”
Omar Khayyam
Dream
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Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone.
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
Through this greying cloud……………………
Sightless, groping
For the future
Hoping
Slow walk, torture
Trees old and gnarled
Bowed by winds
The mist is low, drifting like smoke
As a shroud, envelopes him
Wrapped in a cloak
In his mind, he carries his sin.
Forehead creased in a frown
Trees, leafless, ahead
Dreams are for fools and poets
Let the dreamer dream
And the poet write
And let us mere mortals pine.
From my pen comes dreams
And my dreams I no longer pen
Through the darkness I wade
All I need to say is said.
Dreams are for fools and poets
Let the dreamer dream
And the poet write
And let us mere mortals pine.
From my pen comes dreams
And my dreams I no longer pen
Through the darkness I wade
All I need to say is said.
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Dark clouds overhead
Thunder rolls, lightening strikes
No rest, or sweet dreams in bed
Toss and turn, the devil likes.
This view of Glastonbury seemed to fit so well with the description of Robert’s Tower of souls
Go to The Poem: Tower of Souls
