I dreamt this morn’ of fences
They’d been put up while I slept
But the fog obscured my senses
And I stumbled ’til I wept
The urge was strong for going on
So I got up and I leapt
O’er barb-ed wire, until the dawn
Its promises had kept
The fog had burnt away from there
The barricades were clear
The wind was passing through my hair
And freedom was so near
“Awake me not”, I prayed to One.
(The Spirit in me now)
“I’m almost there, I’m nearly done”
Then lost the will, somehow.
This thing within my soul has made
The devil grin with glee
He’s scripted well this whole charade
To gloat his victory
Awakened was a new resolve
That I’d not lose the fight
The clock, its circle would revolve
And I’d join the dream next night
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Good ole Devil.. he`s never far away. 🙂
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Gonna get him tonight!
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Just beautiful. Full of magic and wonderful imagery.
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Merci beaucoup!
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Je vous en pre…. (thats probably wrong spelling) 🙂
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That’s all the French I know, except swear words.
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Excellent poem. I like the part of the “Devils charade” – Life sometimes seems to be played out like that.
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Gotta keep one step ahead! Thanks for your kind thoughts.
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