Heart Of The Matter
And I Am Healed
Floating gently on incandescent skies,
Languishing in reckless reverie,
High above the towers and turrets,
Where treachery and torment dwell,
I lay my soul before you,
Unclothed and unseen by all, but you,
I take my leave of this world,
No longer fraught by matters of the heart,
I seek only my angel,
Of the night,
He speaks to me in garbled rhyme,
Whisperings deep and low,
His message clearly understood,
He speaks tenderly,
In love and in light,
A rainbow forms before my eyes,
Resplendent in opulent hues,
I draw the colour blue,
And my angel,
Seeking only beauty of the spirit,
Bathes me in indigo tears,
And I am healed,
By raindrops from heaven.
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And I Am Healed
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