A Celebration Of Two Hearts

To touch with the wind, blades a flashing, Bringing honor to those who would fight with the heart of a wolf and the cunning of a cougar, seasons that run red within courage forever met in time, Lessons learned in the eyes of the eagle, Rage met only in the seasons wherein a fulfillment is made, A touch soft as the wind, Eyes flashing with desire, Bringing love on golden wings to set a heart on fire, With the patience of the mountains and the wisdom of the skies, The seasons turn regardless of where a lover lies, The hardest lesson ever learned aren't taught with a blade, Rage gone in a season wherein true love is made, And those that touch forever met soul to soul in a season where both chaos and love entwine, Passions rise in a mire of time, Profound in its truth where laughter, grief, courage and self-sacrifice find its balance sheltered only by a blindness, The ultimate conclusion is up to destiny, Will he live to come back to her? Or will she be set free? Her fervent hope for his return, To come and take his place is echoed with a silent prayer, As tears stream down her face, spending slender fingers across her growing womb, She implores the Lord above to keep him from his tomb, So in those secret times a whisper is heard, Both meet in harmony, Radiant in their love, Forever completing a circle in time, And within that echo both winter reflections and summer thoughts celebrate a promise where those passions entwine. June 6, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Theresa S. King Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jun 11 2002 06:14 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn    0 • 8