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Date Posted: 21:10:16 12/04/01 Tue
Author: posted by shade
Author Host/IP: 207.193.34.2
Subject: Peggy's Last (not posted here until now)

I don't need to come up with words: This is an incredible finale. An incredible, incredible finale.

Peggy, you know you were a friend. I'm sorry to see you go and at the same time happy for you, free at last.

love, shade.

"Stairway To Eden"

"Stairway To Eden"
Yeah, it seems sometimes
I am only halfway there,
halfway to Eden,
I can almost touch it in a prayer
in the warm sun
of the afternoon,
its almost winter,
some say its going to snow soon,
but I don't know.
I saw a dead man on T.V
George of The Beatles fame
from England talking about
"rain on a lilly pad" and the mystery of this life, just yesterday
yeah thats right,
the same day he had passed away.
It was a day-time-nap
that almost took me there
you know that mix of surreal
and fright, fearful and at the same time
funny,
the dream had me on the second floor
of a fancy house
with windows long and plain and all about the same.
I was looking out the opened window to the west, not the east
and the marching band was going north,
I was looking down onto the crowd like a queen,
and somehow had this feeling that the marching
band was playing just for me, it filled me with glee
I then wondered what I had done to be so lucky,
its the strangest thing about my dreams
but no matter how odd they become
or how odd they seem, but in everyone
I know where to look to find the sun
and I know if a bird is flying south.
The marching band was marching north
as I wrote before,
they were dressed in somekind of royal blue
and silver-silver hue, I enjoyed the view from my window
and hung out a red flag to let them know
I was there and that I loved to watched them so
and I yelled and yelled, or tried to over their loud sound,
but I don't think they ever did know that I enjoyed the show.
Next the dream had me looking into an empty
swimming pool and I could see its paint
the deep end was in purple and in the dream
I thought aloud how very deep I said it from my sleep,
and there I was all the sudden in clear water
with many blood cells comeing from me going out into
the water looking like when I seen them under
the lab scope and I thought and ask (why do I bleed in
a my dream?) but no one was there to answer me, And off in the not far distance I
saw two
spooky fingers dancing and being mean
and In the dream I remembered thinking I hope
those two stay away from me.
I knew it was time for me to wake up and be free
from a nap-time degree of scary so I opened up
my Nile brown eyes and dreamed no more.
But once awake (it) the daytime dream was
still a part of me, as you can see from my dark poetry.
Copyright ©2001 By Peggy Meeks-King
December 01, 2001, Saturday
written right after a nap-time-dream at 5:00 PM

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