I rise the spiral stairway of wakefulness
from the depth of slumber
no matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind
in the battle dim of activity my silent war cry
boisterous storms of trials scream
worries howl at me
my mind weaves dreams
with treads of memories
on that magic cloth I do emboss…
Behind the gentle eyes lies an
eternity wrapped within
the sacred heart of love
receives my heart into thee…
12/2008
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