A Destiny Of The Rising Sun
By sidewinder
Freedom touched immeasurably! Whispering from the moon wisps in an invisible phase from a dance in the shadows, Where a horizon rises to meet the new dawn, An echo of silence which fades into the sunset, Prisms reach in a moment of time reflecting a rainbow of illusions to tread on the wind, Cool dreams held in the gate of a forgotten silhouette, Deliberate in its connection, An offering to those charmed in the excitement of a journey, Forever a destiny in the rising sun. Nov. 8, 1997 Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jun 30 2002 07:45 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Freedom..."