I listen to song of the coyotes at night
those whispers of wisdom that flow through the soul
I am taken by the beauty
I have no control
sweet serenades touch deep within
passionate in dreams which call evermore
my feet are calloused
I walk through the forests of pure tranquility
I wish vaguely
yet hope so brightly
I bow beneath the violet sky
and give thanks for the earthly splendor before me
spirits sing
calling my heart
those simple images
that reign from time to time
prayers are met
and somehow the morning sunrise
welcomes a new day
and tomorrow night
begins another song.

July 21, 2004

By: Night Bloom Flower & B.E. Whitehorn

breath taking poem.. thank you for sharing..


misty

~Thanks for sharing!
~Keep posting!

~Greetings

Silke Lance