Silence Of The Morning
By sidewinder
Winds of chance, A roadway into dusk which journeys into the silence of the morning forever touching those lost hours forgotten in the rites of passage, Spiritual celebrations, An oracle which awakens the hidden world, A cauldron of inspiration, Those wheels of existence which opens doors to enchantments of the faerie realm innate in time, Who beacons the traveler to gaze into the rainbow stream, A threshold into the otherworld, A south wind howls into the full moon forever beaconing those mysteries between the worlds of hope, An inner power that touches freedom, Release the oracle and celebrate nature in harmony. Dec. 8, 1997 Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 08:43 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 18 • 12
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