Between the dark mist,
a sun on the horizon.
You said to me,
I blossom like a flower.
As the sky performed
a death dance.
A ceremony of the spirit.
Moving through soft veils
Between the dark mist,
a sun on the horizon.
You said to me,
I blossom like a flower.
As the sky performed
a death dance.
A ceremony of the spirit.
A Wandering Poet 