Soft and sweet the language <br />of God spoken, whispers like <br />dreams. Real the words like <br />memories imprints of things <br />that could so easily be. <br />Having nothing more to say I <br />bow my head and say goodnight.<br /><br />David Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-that-bloom-late-at-night/
