The land ‘tween asleep and awake

The land ‘tween asleep and awake:
Many a forte-night passes within this place…
Is not this port familiar?
Does not the deafening roar of silence thickly echo upon the winds of time itself?
‘Tis reminiscent of the waypoint ‘twixt life and death…
For in this place, do not all questions find their answer?
Does not Truth come to be universal?
Seek this, in this place, its true gift:
Take council, my lady, one from another-
in this place, absent of color…
Truths embodiment- in shades of gray…
May not be well seen in the light of day.

So Truth’s touch best be felt in
nights dark embrace; Hers be the gentle touch of
an earth bound Angel- not so unlike your own, my Angel…

For all that be good within
this place be of the Angels who, like you, would grace the face of Man…

The land ‘tween asleep and awake

Kevyn Paul Eisenman

Wausau, United States

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