Guest guest Posted May 28, 2006 Report Share Posted May 28, 2006 through our hands these words are written and yet they come from a watchtower we say the winds are scattered in four directions and know only Wind we feel the ocean on our faces we labour over love lost and so know Love I am the Fabric of the Universe You are its rendering time answers its questions in due time heaven greens our steps as we walk we are angels flowering dancing on the wings of a dragonfly a nostalgic memory when knighthood was a troubadour song devas paint by numbers and crop circles are speaking earth songs we travel light distances to be here in these scratches on paper*, to bite the thoughts of God and turn them over in our graves. Love, Ana *Poetic license typing across instant light-screens is more accurate;-) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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