For They Shall Weep
Forgive those
which touch in darkness
for they shall weep
sorrow in the purest of time
where only in thy dreams
a heart within a destiny
completed only in the shadow
nevermore within thy touch
verily within thy mind
lost which rages only out of necessity,
Yet only in the silence
a soul is touched,
Spirals call in magic,
A harmony within thyself,
hear the changes
that we all need ?
Return the breath of life
which awakens in the night.
Copyright© 1999 by Billy Whitehorn
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