High above
in clouds of foam
the Spirit forms
itself.
These dreams of ours
that billow forth
hope upon hope
while death below
in shrouds and veils
pours pain
into the human race.
Who we are
is best forgot
and lost within
the sands of time
Until perchance
we find ourselves
once more
in the Spirit Land.
Tuesday, 20 January 2009
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