In Its Balance
By sidewinder
The poet within me arises like a knight that proudly guards his poet waiting for the arrival of those from Avalon, Sweet in the anticipation of the songs and tales told by the bards, A celebration of the seasons, Rich and full of adventure, Listen to the hearts that have a revelation to reveal, Its truth can fill one with wisdom, And its logic guides one past a hidden dream, Look for the secret that touches one forever in those secret realms, Doors that open realities sacred to those hearts that one is willing to share Open a consciousness in the fullness of time, Touch the freedom that one holds forever in the universe, And in its balance connections are forever held. Oct. 1, 1997 Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 09:14 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 12
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