Refugees Lost In The Night
By sidewinder
Refugees lost in the night dreaming of their freedom, Splendid where one touches in a soulful cry, Strangers embrace only in the twilight different each on their own, Completed in their varied song, Listen to those echoes which whisper in the wind, A cry in the wilderness only found past a shadow, Edged on a fine line wherein those prophecies touch on thine eye, Passion meets where one least expects it, Yet the moonlight reveals those secrets that a soul keeps, Can you hear the invitation foreshadowed in the coming of time? Farewell my friend, May you understand the silence enchanted in the veil. Aug. 8, 2000 Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 06:36 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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"Refugees lost in the night..."