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A Poem by:

Michael Hillmer

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I'm haunted by night angels

Adrift on black waters without a shore.

Lone waters still and dead.

Deep waters dark with dread.

On a course obscure and endless

Searching for a soul, divided

Alone and restless

Chasing night phantoms in Dreamland.

Chasing those phantoms to Birdland

Beyond the Mountains of the Moon.

Out of time.

Out of space.

Out of mind.

Through this glass, but darkly

El Dorado vanishing in the air.

This fever called living has conquered the past.

This fever called living is not going to last.

This fever dream is conquered at last.

I have drank the water that quenches all thirst.

I have drank the water that is blessed and cursed.

I have drank the water that is wine and is blood.

Down a dark, relentless river

Through the pale door

Forever, haunted memories from the past

Beckon from the earth to the heavens

To vanish at last.

To live in the present is all that I ask.

Evermore, is all that I ask.

No future.

No past.

Evermore, at last.


Michael Hillmer
Copyright © 2002

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