Whispers Of Avalon
By sidewinder
A melody awaits for thine, Lore from thy heart when seasons whisper in winds among dreams gliding in the meadows, Listen for the Faerie, They call when you least expect them, Celebrate when nature rises in full bloom, Soothe thy soul with only a touch of magic, It appears in everything, But to find it, You have to have an open heart, The source can fill an ancient promise, A mystery revolving in time when flute and harps were more than a legend, Castles rise beyond romance and dragons honored by a bard's tale, The Isle of Avalon awaits thee, A gift of forever within thy eyes. May 5, 1997 Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jun 05 2002 07:33 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 12
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"A melody awaits for thine,..."