windsong
Into the wind I cast my spiritthrown high to ride on its voice
over treetops and through forgotten forest
of crumbled stone
kissed by the warmth of golden sunlight an
the perfumes of ancient times.
I will smile as onward I fly
towards the road paved with undying devotion
I will leave the wind and travel onward
passenger on
the ship of the sun
Poetry by John A. Mcculloch
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Written on 2006-11-21 at 09:50
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