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THE‘MORROW’S MAJESTY Tomorrow might mean angel day To be followed by one angelic night Tomorrow I may view an angel’s display A dais of delectable delight I can never be certain when she will alight One of Heaven’s most hallowed sights For forever I will fear her final flight No more love, laughter nor luminescent light My ‘morrow might mean angel’s wings And a soul of sublimation A heavenly body to which this man clings And I’ve clung so long to the finery of fascination Tomorrow’s sun to shine on mine Mine angel who was weaned on wonder and sacramental wine A lady who is afar far too often for me She who opens an enchanting door for me Tomorrow’s moon might mean wings away Oh if ever my angel couldst ever stay No more to bear an angel’s softly sighed fare well An angel at the ready with a seraphim's spell ©2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~