Like a raging tide,
words fill my mind,
Breaking the floodgates of consciousness
With a force driven
by the winds of my soul.

Illusions dim, fade. . .
Revelations appearing
In their wake,
With swells of inspiration
Rushing in, gathering momentum,
Washing away life's debris.

Verses emerge, surge. . .
From an undertow of emotion;
Truth cresting upon the waves,
Lulled by the steady rhythm
Of my heart-song;
Leaving me adrift
in a sea of words. . .

By:  Soaring Spirit, ©2002

 

 

 

 

 

 

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