Weaving TapestriesA Poem by WolfwindUpon many of these thoughts does the Night go round upon the wise Oak door Ageless as it leads into a future's tense. Beauty shining ever glowing radiance High into all sides of a heart that beats Like wild drums echoing in the Heavens. Hushed lips and soft kisses illuminate The great world of what is yet to be Their sacred moment in Luna’s light. Ghost like hands taking that first hold A beginning and middle with no end While the stars shine their diamond cues. Over the land, the seas and rivers divine Shall be the path and journey, sails ready Joyous in those thousand moments between. Truth is finally weaving this bonded spark Of rainbow hues and glistening clear eyes As the tides of time fall within perfection. © 2013 WolfwindFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on July 24, 2013 Last Updated on July 24, 2013 AuthorWolfwindCoupeville, WAAboutSometimes poet, always an artist, creator of colorful visions, dreamer, and a seeker of things not yet known. more..Writing
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