All is Well (Repo's Raphsody)

I am, Sitting in a small room in the watchs of the night. Thinking thoughts of angels and a garden of delight. She asks me,"Do you write for me?" Yes, and for eternity. And for the ones whose gladness shone. As I read here all alone. For all the angels of the pen. Whose dreams so move the repomen. And though the repo cannot spell, I want to tell them,"All is well." How bright this life shone in the end. You lifted me beloved friend. And all pretense of pomp and power. Bow before a fragile flower. How could I but help to say? That rapture walked her garden way. And how could I but help to feel. My every loving dream is real? And love you more than words can tell? Peace dear angel, all is well. Yes all is well, and we are dreams. And life is grander than it seems. Have joy and sing your happy song. For we can love this whole life long. No other see's the shape of things, Like the poet when she sings. All my prayers come true each day. And rapture walks your garden way. I dreamed of you when darkness fell. And truly love you, all is well. Came I a stranger to this place. Angels carried me with grace. Fair took the very soul of me. The beauty and the poetry. The love and laughter, Pain and tears. Sung for anyone that hears. The like of it has never been, According to the repomen. Jen, and Jullee, Myst. and Nell. I hear you darlin, all is well.Laur, Poetry is explaination and grace revokes gravity. Yes I do. Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 01:16 AM PST, Patric Patterson    18 • 0 • 8