Oh, sweet pungent nectar of the gods
steady the trembling hand quick in time.
"Chances" ... A word so very apropos
echoing within the chambers of my mind.
A chilling veil enshrouds the being
with the familiar breath of gripping fear.
Yet, in an instant, comes a sapient calm.
Ah, the presence of angels near.
Hearts whispering of soothing comfort.
Comes the chime in melody ... Not alone
and not for sacrifice, nor forsakened
while the awakening of unison is known.
Chances Written By: Angelblueyes
Please don't copy poem or take background
© 1997- This poem was inspired by my chat friends in LoveSearch & Open24 2 years ago when I first came online with the internet and started sharing my poetry with others in the chats. Open24 "reorganized" & LS closed. Most of us lost touch, yet fond memories abound, perhaps united still in spirit. Special thanks & love to my dear friends, Sid and Jan, for this beautiful background Jan created. Please don't take it. It's Jan's 1st background & is not free public domain unless she says so *Smiles* ALL Rights Reserved. You may share this web page (URL) with others or place a link to it.
Thank you for honoring these wishes. ~*Angel*~
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