ON DECK 2013-11-08 I woke up at the crack of doom To see the last light of mind Shimmering in the white wake. The day had been an echo of the past Reverberating vibrations and rainbows Fluttering flags and fleeting shadows. The ship was gliding through space; Fluorescent diamond dressed sky godesses Waved from the galaxies as we sailed by Along the starways, and the angelitos Played their violins and their pianos. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 272 Back to home