Heart Of The Matter
The Swine Within The Swamp
Slipping softly into slumber,
Cushioned for the fall,
Between here, and tomorrow,
She hears the spirits call,
They speak of ones, who knew her,
Who loved her in their time,
Those who guide and lead her,
In reason and in rhyme,
They warn her of the dangers,
Her enemies, they name,
Deluded in their reveries,
They hang their heads,
In shame,
They speak to her with visions,
Of what will come to be,
They lift the veil before her eyes,
That she may clearly see,
There are deviants and demons,
She hears them scream and stomp,
She sees the truth within the lies,
The swine within the swamp,
They take away this vision,
Repulsive to her eye,
She slips softly into slumber,
She floats, on ambient sky.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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The Swine Within The Swamp
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