From the Book of Counted Sorrows
All of us are travelers lost,
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
--enigmatic, strange, unreal--
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No postmortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.
Tremulous skeins of destiny
flutter so ethereally
around me--but then I feel
its embrace is that of steel.
On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken,
amazed to see where I have come,
where I'm going, where I'm from.
This is not the path I thought.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
just a fever of fate I've caught.
I'll change highways in a while,
at the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I'm going only where I desire.
On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken.
One day, walking, I awaken,
on the road that I have taken.
This is my ode to CWC!!!!!
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And the poem for NN
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Ok here goes my poem dedicated to NO NAME: this is yours should you choose to accept it!
I belong...
beyond the crisp light of dawn...
I belong...
into the night so long...
there in the endless realm of possibilities...
and lives the Keeper of our dreams...
with faith on her left, hope in the right
and thoughts painted in black and white.
She rules unrested over the kingdom of our nights...
I belong...I belong...
I hope you like it for I give it to you NN!
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A selfish move really. I just wanted to be able to find them easily again.