Pale Realm of Shade


No roses are pale enough for me

No midnight it’s darkest

To wish all night – all day to sigh

To touch the broken locket

To sigh for pleasures lost

To weep for withered flowers

To know the dream has past

Lost with the vanished hours

Of a far-off bliss

Fades away quietly in the dust

Like the flower and the weed

And this is all the time there is

Between the falling leaf and

Rosebud ‘s breath – where

Music melts upon the air

Into this darker musings

Of the last bitter hour and breathless

Darkness – to the pale realms of shade

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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