journey of self
By wordweaver
...The moments heave in endless breathThe turning rhythms of the worldAnd as each birth betrays a deathSo must my bulging sails unfurlThe journey 'cross the oceans wideThe only way the truth is foundThe great Unknown is ere my brideTo Her my helpless soul is boundAnd as the sun begins to setBehold! The mystic moon does riseSo 'lest ye ever do forgetKnow change is but the great disguise... Written October 9th, 2001 © on Oct 09 2001 11:56 AM PST 0 • 13
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"...The moments heave in endless breathThe turning rhythms of the worldAnd as each birth betrays a deathSo must my bulging sails unfurlThe journey 'cross the oceans wideThe only way the truth is foundThe great Unknown is ere my brideTo Her my helpless soul is boundAnd as the sun begins to setBehold! The mystic moon does riseSo 'lest ye ever do forgetKnow change is but the great disguise......"