Only A Past Life
By sidewinder
Long after your children have forgotten us, They will hear our music sunny raths and see our great white horses lift their head from the mountain-tarns and shake the night dew from their crested manes, In the end... they will know that all the beauty in the world comes back to us, and their battles are only echoes of ours. Echoes from a dream touched in this memory, Quotations from long lost history raged in my mind, Could it be a page from my past? Somehow it vexes me, For the understanding is not clear, Hauntings? No... It can't be, It's more of a past life... I once wore, Many places I have seen without actually being there, Yet... Somehow I must understand, For in that consciousness a completion must be made. Nov. 8, 2000 Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 04:21 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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