As shadows tap danced <br />'Cross a dappled sunset <br />A forest of Mesquite came alive <br />By a Guitar quartet <br />But oblivion soon set in <br />Head high in the grass <br />The Wizards concotion-toxic <br />From sips of the glass <br />As if gripped by a knife <br />Tummy hemoraged-burgandy to bright red <br />Close enough to death-to see the Light <br />Awakening to inciteful Rays- upon my sick bed<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rays-7/
