The Nature Of My Disguise
By Emmerson
Through the rustle of the willows, I heard whispered tales of old. Dreams and incantations, Ancient love to me was told. Magic through lessons, Of life, of love, of dreams. Stories of past lovers, Ripple across the stream. Flowers that speak of hidden truths, About the mysteries of desire. How if touched by the flame of passion, You can never put out the fire. A sky so full of wisdom, Eagles soaring high above. So graceful and beautiful, Their wings gliding on gusts of love. Magic in the meadows, Electrifying the core of my thoughts. Searing into my imagination, All that I have been taught. Stars shining down, Comforting my weary soul. Blessed by their presence, Once again making me feel whole. Moonbeams flickering from heaven, That dance across my eyes. It is only here while at one with nature, That I trust enough, to remove my disguise.Hands up if you were thinking there was going to be gossip LOL Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 09:11 PM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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