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I, I am a solitary sonant rhythm by Cheryl Ann Darr, Halkios & Maryann Corrigan

 

I cannot touch God because it burns

I cannot touch Love because I failed to love

I am the Wind that blows in between

And over sleepless minds

I drift

I, a watcher, made from fire and Air

Why, I stow away my fear in their dreams?

I cannot reach Paradise because it’s far

I cannot touch the Earth because it hurts

I am the Wind that sizzles in their ears

And over memories

I sing

I, a messenger, made from fire and Air

Why my symphony silences in the crowds mourn

I cannot reach my Self because he is lost

I cannot touch my Spirit because it’s cold

I am the Wind that whispers

To my Soul

I must

Be love,

I, who I am made from fire and Air,

I, I am a solitary sonant rhythm

I ask thee, why thou love me

 

© Copyright 2008 by Halkios

 

The elusive wind

caresses the earth

Sings within the trees

And tickles rivers and streams

It whispers of ages past,

Bygone secrets of ancient times.

It beckons the dreamer

To feel it’s essence

To soar to new heights,

Riding the currents of destiny

Remembering yesterday’s song.

I too am the wind;

Elusive and familiar

My caress a whisper of love

Engulfing you in endless dreams

To love you is to love myself

For we are the same,

Beloved,

We are the wind.

 

© Copyright 2008 by Cheryl Ann Darr aka Lady ~M ~

 

 

I dreamt of Angels and I saw your face

Faded ... sharp precis

Trapped in the lace

Haunting eyes, veiled beneath a misty haze

Hand reaches out...yet never seems to touch

Your slipping away..

A mirage…All is hushed

The orchestration

Of a thousand violins

Wafting in the night air

I dreamt of Angels and I saw your face

Calm now I rest…

Knowing, you are safe

Distant but connected by the

Dreamscapes

Of my mind

Knowing

You’re encircled in

His love and grace~

 

© Copyright 2008 by Maryann Corrigan aka Why I Otter

 

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