On the verge of the end not knowing what to do Wishing that something would happen to light up this dark midnight sky; While the world is sleeping, and the moon's gentle light spreads a tranquil calm I feel as though i am the last living soul; Lying in darkness staring into the open, Dancing gracefully in the shadows of midnight a beautiful black butterfly fluttering peacefully Pierces the darkness with its soft golden edged wings; Dropping down the sky Like an angel from the midnight sky She wraps me in her arms as we glide among the clouds and stars; Dancing upon the midnight flowers, the midnight fairy gleams with light Watching us from a distance and whispering "I just want you to smile like you used to"; Tossing the coin down the wishing well, praying it is not an illusion I wonder if it is all true; As the wind blows into my face sitting under the starry night sky With the moon singing a lullaby, I slowly drift into the realms of Sleep.. " A small man can be just as Exhausted as a great Man."

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star? This email is sent to you by Desi Tarka Friends Group Invite Friends Web Subscribe Mail Subscribe Visit Website