Those Distant Melodies
By sidewinder
In the Irish twilight a magic revives a heart encircled by the fullness of the universe, A body of energy echoed in the radiance of the moon, Brief connections rise to touch the inner fire which is within all of us, A true voice in the web of life windswept in unseen realms, Shapeshifting in simplicity, Those rainbows of colors unfurled in contemplations mediated in paths of discipline, Those distant waterfalls where moonbeams dance and melodies are sung by a distant elf, A hallowed place where magic is forever held sacred. Nov. 25, 1997 Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 03:34 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 18 • 12
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"In the Irish twilight..."