My mind wanders across
Unkempt gardens splattered with moss
In my mind's eye I see
A figure ahead of me
I call out to the yonder entity
But my voice rings in vain across the empty
Like on winged sandals it glides
Amongst the shadowy, sinister groves
In an instant it pauses
And turns to smile
Then on again the chase commences
Like an antelope it prances
How far must I run on?
Soon the svelte figure would be gone
Staring into the dark appalling
Harken the voice calling!
This is the voice I've longed to hear
What angel's beckoning draws me near?
My eyes widen, so full of gleam
Is this a metaphor or a fancy dream?
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