Familiar Terms
By sidewinder
Dark rivers flow to a secret journey, Held in shadows that reach into currents that branch ceaselessly, Visionary in a moment woven forever in a passion silently worn like a badge of courage, Entrusted to those understand, Hear the cries of freedom? Perhaps not! Reach into a past life, A forgotten doorway transformed in the morn of the dawn, Honored by a voice that echoes in a sacred path caressed by the crossroads of choices we all make, Maybe... too much has been said, but the revelation promises more than a silhouette of time, Innocent to those faithful and persistent, Mastered by a poetic sense featured in familiar terms. Oct. 28, 1996Written December 28th, 2001 © on Jun 05 2002 01:27 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn personal • other
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"Dark rivers flow to a secret journey,..."