Last Night I Dreamed About A Saint

Two scores ago in the annals of history is written a tragic and heartrending story which transposed my younger life with sorrow. Through a wondrous selfless manner and his manifestation of a dangerous and life threatening situation his teenage dreams left this Earth toward the hallowed. The seraph greeted his arrival with salutations for his gracious means of giving of himself so generously. Freed from the bounds of today and tomorrow resting amongst his heavenly inhabitants. A talented artist with a sentimental marrow was heralded for his self-relinquishment by assisting other youth to play and wallow and to further their existence auspiciously. Last night I dreamed about this saint who was a gentle savior of poorer people. As the fires burned fiercely he moved without restraint. He calmed his colleagues with phrases regal and suggested to crawl carefully and expeditiously toward the stairwell upward away from the lethal blue smokes and the ominous feelings of constraint. In my visions within my dream he wasn't feeble. He visited me with a message pleading reverently for the absolution of his friends and closest family. I felt urged to communicate with a voice congenial as he sang in harmonies with a host of angels. The melody described the glorious emancipation of his spirit as he painted his portrayal which reflected his mission of complete self-denial. Last night I dreamed about this saint. He stood amongst the raging flames projecting his total incorruptibility. Hence the forthright approach and his goodly aims. Released from the banal everyday responsibility he prophesied his philosophy with phrases to proclaim his inheritance of what the Nicene's monks did claim. 'There is no greater love than to give your life for others' Given the opportunity to replenish and to recover this experience he witnessed the monk's profound sobriety as he unfurled his newly-given wings to hover above wishing to assist our unsovereign society. Seeing from his lofty nest in his celestial abode how our values and virtues collapse and erode he bitterly implores for us all to become brothers. Hoping for the higher beings to gracefully intercede offering assistance with sensitive gestures to usher in an era of collaboration to ultimately succeed the troublesome relapse we have been bestowed. Conducting a realm of radiant voices he brings propriety to a pinnacle with the waving of his musical wand. Reiterating harmonics with the usage of the Lydian mode he emulates his beauty of which we can respond. Last night I dreamed about a saint and Damon was his name. He stood amongst the flames. I wished his soul Godspeed. Leaving me with the coming of the twilight and dawn I was inspired through his music to correspond. This night was a transfiguration through an ode which sadly brought me joy as a miracle was spawned.