The Northern Winds of ChangeA Poem by C.R. Moore "Lasla"
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Winds of change blow across my weary shadowed soul Searching for that sweet fragrance that eludes my fortitude of manhood sensibility into a whirlwind of temptation partnered with Eros Hungry eyes searching the haunted horizons Looking for fleeting visions of you Water moves reminding me of your figure shaped as the river winds and turns seductive to the eye and tempting to the mind Clearing the mountain tops climbed upon the starry stairs Wading through the veil of stars and cosmic art wrapped in darkness Silent and cold there is no turning back now I climbed each step slowly ,longing, searching for you until I reach the city walls I enter through the twin ivory gates weary eyed wandering aimlessly Shaken and cold as stone unsure of what or who I will find Wondering through the Ivory city in the clouds my mind races to thoughts of you So far ,but yet so close, listening to the whispers on the north wind Many voices I hear but none belong to you, until faintly barely auditable I can hear your soft voice like whispers on the wind Carrying a message from afar scented with your sweet fragrance So far ,so close, yet so far away fleeting into the dying glow of an angry sun The rise of the triple goddess assures that I am reaching closer to you and the sea of serenity in which we will sail unto lands unknown ,unexplored And the solitude of love will shine as the sun rises above the earth angry and screaming for relief waiting for the triple goddess to rise bring our love higher than the angry rising sun. © Lasla Moore 2010 © 2010 C.R. Moore "Lasla"Featured Review
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StatsAuthorC.R. Moore "Lasla"Basye, VAAboutGreeting Friends, Thank you for coming by my profile! I have been writing short stories, fiction, sci-fi stories and poems since childhood. As I grew, I became interested in other forms of artisti.. more..Writing
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