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This seems quite morbid on the face of it (most of my poems are actually but don't let that put you off!). It's not. It describes in detail a message that I had for the person that it is addressed to. He received the message and thankfully is still here. I wonder if he remembers.......
JASON’S DREAM
I sit, Moon at my head, stars at my feet, Listening to my blood song A down tempo beat.
I stand, Rain on my head, rocks at my feet, River of silver below A grey, listless street.
I watch, Lies in my head, fear at my feet. I jump, Feeling the fool, Death tasting sweet.
I wake, Angel at my head. Shadow at my feet. I live, I breathe, I sleep. JD 1996
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