A Whole World Awaits
By sidewinder
Instrument of words hear me, Fill with thy wisdom, Let not my eyes be deceived, But be clear when illusions rise, Humble me, When my heart and my mind are not one, Let trust hold my fate, Natural laws do govern my soul in realms where Faerie gives joy, Wherein a whole world awaits, Songs serenade in memories to celebrate visions, May they grow each day forever giving me peace, Journeys reach into magic forever in a harmony with the muses and open doors sacred in their visualization, Let me listen to the elements and in return I'll honor them. May 5, 1997 Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 06:47 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 12
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