Ambassador To Man

purple, black and darker than the night, safe, within the walls of introversion, the soul of man sleeps in fear of light, as empty eyes keep vigil over life idly reflecting back celestial light as if the soul, might still inspired... arise, to interchange with man's insipid mind. but, long mired deep in langorous defeat the old ambassador who strove in vain to teach has ceased his thrashing and remains asleep Copyright ©2005 Christy S. Hyatt -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- s insipid mind. but, long mired deep, in langorous defeat, the old ambassador, who strove in vain, to teach,has ceased his thrashing and remains asleep Christy S. Hyatt Copyright ©2005 Christy S. Hyatt --------------------------------------------------------------------------------