2004-02-01 - 3:20 p.m.

As promised...Faire Winds

Here's the poem I promised yesterday:

Faire Winds

A cold wind blows through

a deserted lane--

where once enchanted bowers

stood.

Desolated ruins lean

in weary consultation

dreaming of glory past.

Whispered conversations

of ghosts

lost in old translation.

Soon...soon....

A breath of warmth sighs through

the shivering trees--

where now abandoned campfires

wait.

Brilliant spires rise

in joyous inspiration

hungry for esteem to come.

Shouted exultations

of spirits

found in new incarnations.

Soon...soon....

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