The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come... -"Hamlet", William Shakespeare

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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Quenching the Lovely

Blue-green sunlit springs
Quench my thirsted heart
Ease on in
Create life from these sand dunes
Take the desert rose and make it scarlet
Calm the erratic harsh storm
With melodies of thy flowing water
Mysterious pale moon
Scatter thy beams and cool my burning
Shine softly upon my blinded eyes and crisped lips
Twinkling diamonds that polka dot the sky
Direct me out of this endless dune
Polaris be my guiding light
Lead me to the destination

By: Amara Van Orden

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