as if tommorow isnt faar enough away I have to sit here and wait for the end of the day silly as it may seem today is going slowly as if in a dream silence be my ears golden shutters on my eyes to hold them rest thy princess in her crib best is beheld in adams rib not the fairest of my complexions i feel it now as I did back then keep those their own convections i pray to lay my head upon down goose waver til wavering overcomes my noose feeling blessed sleeps warmth gazing youth everlasting as if it were mine to behold as well for their I know my soul chancing only a love lost hearing angels chanting peace everlasting comes evened cost it quivers in my bones shakes and entombs what is mine thus however it comes to grace me not And ever yesteryears i will feel their saintly bell overtones