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by katie T Scott Mar 29, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about death
There was a whisper when I went to sleep, In the corners of my mind, Before I shut my eyes, Before leaving everything behind. Little smiles were smiling, When my ceiling slipped away, When lashes finally eclipsed The ending of the day. And there were tiny trumpets, Playing a chorus in my head, And tiny fairies sewing hearts, With a needle and a thread. Before reality flew away, On the wings of an evening dove, They whispered to me secrets, They fed me up with love. I was full an fat an happy, On all they had to share, Before the breeze took my troubles And through them like raindrops in the air. Before I slept I could of sworn I saw an angel, And I didn't understand, Telling me to shut my eyes And take her open hand. All I remember is falling, And landing on a bed of flowers, Woven by the little fairies, With their speedy sewing powers. Something picked me from my feet, And softly nudged me in my back, A pearly stallion with golden wings, Setting me on my track. I heard a song i once remembered, Leading me by a light, Little harps and little bells, Tinkling with all their might. I couldn't of dreamt of such a thing, The whispers went and said, I watched the tunnel getting smaller, As the light closed in ahead.