Kaz (kazbaby) wrote,
Kaz
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ONE FRELLING DAY TO THE MINI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*hopes she's doing this right*
As I've mentioned from time to time, I'm a HUGE Dean Koontz fan. I especially love his poems from The Book of Counted Sorrows, which are added to sections of his novels.

This one in particular is from one of my favorite books of his, Dark Rivers of the Heart

All of us are travelers lost,
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
--enigmatic, strange, unreal--
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No postmortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.

Tremulous skeins of destiny
flutter so ethereally
around me--but then I feel
its embrace is that of steel.

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken,
amazed to see where I have come,
where I'm going, where I'm from.

This is not the path I thought.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
just a fever of fate I've caught.

I'll change highways in a while,
at the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I'm going only where I desire.

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken.
One day, walking, I awaken,
on the road that I have taken.

I'm going to try and post my Stark fic here in about an hour or so before I go to work. I want to do it before I leave for Orlando tomorrow morning since the next time I'll be in front of a computer with access to it won't be until Tuesday night and I'm way too behind on posting this as it is.
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