Destination
Destination
Winter lights up ancient pathways
in the distance you can see stones
lined around fields of cosmos
Spirit winds drift over countless horizons
the destination no one knows
Earth embraces the captured dreams
moon treading endlessly on water
Mystic finds his silence
deep within a place only he can go
calling wisdom the oasis of bliss
Enchanted valleys are speechless
as the yellow sun starts to set
just beyond sacred places
Reflections of the red sea in hidden worlds
rising gently above empty clouds
on a journeys flight into nowhere
copyright 2005 by shyloh
Winter lights up ancient pathways
in the distance you can see stones
lined around fields of cosmos
Spirit winds drift over countless horizons
the destination no one knows
Earth embraces the captured dreams
moon treading endlessly on water
Mystic finds his silence
deep within a place only he can go
calling wisdom the oasis of bliss
Enchanted valleys are speechless
as the yellow sun starts to set
just beyond sacred places
Reflections of the red sea in hidden worlds
rising gently above empty clouds
on a journeys flight into nowhere
copyright 2005 by shyloh
Winter lights up ancient pathways
in the distance you can see stones
lined around fields of cosmos
Spirit winds drift over countless horizons
the destination no one knows
Earth embraces the captured dreams
moon treading endlessly on water
Mystic finds his silence
deep within a place only he can go
calling wisdom the oasis of bliss
Enchanted valleys are speechless
as the yellow sun starts to set
just beyond sacred places
Reflections of the red sea in hidden worlds
rising gently above empty clouds
on a journeys flight into nowhere
copyright 2005 by shyloh
Winter lights up ancient pathways
in the distance you can see stones
lined around fields of cosmos
Spirit winds drift over countless horizons
the destination no one knows
Earth embraces the captured dreams
moon treading endlessly on water
Mystic finds his silence
deep within a place only he can go
calling wisdom the oasis of bliss
Enchanted valleys are speechless
as the yellow sun starts to set
just beyond sacred places
Reflections of the red sea in hidden worlds
rising gently above empty clouds
on a journeys flight into nowhere
copyright 2005 by shyloh
posted by shyloh's poetry @ 2/06/2008 11:46:00 AM
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2 Comments:
And The Imp and The Snow Bunny are embracing:
1. winter
2. the cold
3. chattering
Or best of all, each other.
Good stuff! I think it's time to break out...
He hears the summer at a distance
arrange itself inside him...
I don' know who wrote that...
but I wish I did.
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