I sit on the hill top chanting
The wind caresses my face like a lover of a past life
Drawing me into her embrace
Like a crow drawn to a shiny object
I give in
The sky darkens, my lover sighs
For the sun has died
The sands of time sweeps around us
Lifting us upon the highest star
Moving us away from the dark shadows below
Away from the soothsayers
In an eternal dance we sway
Cosmically stepping across the river of stars
Keeping close, unwavering
in our love.....
Cosmic
Posted by
IcEwOLf
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Labels: Poem
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