Ancient Dreams
By sidewinder
To touch a remembrance, A visionaries echo in the silence, A counterpoint in time, Images of souls who cry for mercy, Those innocents who strive for perfection but never succeed, A quiet need for solitude, perhaps destiny's offerings will unfold a secret or a mystery, those familiar waters that are chartered by our own future, listen to the inner voice that guides you when you most need it, For inspiration rises in places where the twilight of the day is sacred, an enlightenment of ancient prose where those dreams are a doorway to a world of the star Goddess. Nov. 13, 1997 Written December 21st, 2001 © on May 31 2002 06:07 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 18 • 12
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