Friday, April 17, 2009

Whispers of Wind

Come and see, it’s the horizon
An end to the eternal.
At one time, only the wind could stretch
Out and caress the edge;
But now I shall soon be like
This invisible creature that touches
And bears the secrets of this world.
We whisper, you know, The Wind and I,
For misery does know great comfort.
Its only naked and untouched ,
Diseased by eons of slaving.
But we know, and we know
Many things, The Wind and I.
He told me of the journey to the end
And I embrace him in my sails
As I cross the waves of this world.
Into the horizon up ahead,
A portal to my realm.

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