The Old Wooden Gate
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
mortality
If heaven is too far to see
and hell mediocrity
won’t you please pardon me
if I never want sleep.
If bodies are dust but hearts have wings
my voice will hush when my soul sings;
I’ll dream and dream the strangest things
when I go to sleep.
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