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The Catcher
By Midnight Phoenix
Everything is so quiet, the air is stirring a feather
I lay here by myself, but knowing we're together
Warms the lamp I lay by, and hums a soothing tune
Like a purring beast lying under the flames and moon
Glowing vines light the way, a spider finds it's place
Next to a darkened angel with two wings, but no face
The catcher takes my nightmares, leaving only dreams of you
So I close my weary eyes and hope that it will leave me too
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Copyright 2003 little nemo
Published on Tuesday, April 8, 2003.
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"Poetry"
Comments on "The Catcher"
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On Saturday, June 23, 2007, torn_beauty
(77)
wrote:
haunting. lovely. love it.
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On Saturday, December 6, 2003, unusual_blood
(74) wrote:
this poem is like a soft lulaby, beautiful. truly beautiful
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A former member wrote:
as enchanting as always. well done
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On Wednesday, July 23, 2003, Audrey_Star
(26) wrote:
"stirring a feather" . . . well said.
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A former member wrote:
interesting...good!
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