Saturday, 14 November 2015

The Dream

I awoke in the night
In a bed not my own
Cozy and warm
In a world unknown

The room was small
And a fire was burning
for the first in my life
I was not filled with yearning

There was food on a table
and clothes laid out
A note that read
Morning will come about

I laid down my head
And closed my eyes
Night will end
The Son will rise

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