Shiver in the dampness of a twilight journey, stand lithe and bare under a harvest moon. Feel the quiet sounds of pre-dawn filter through your soul. Let the cool breeze steal away your contented sigh. Inhale deeply the sweet fragrance of a restless wind. Stand tall under the stars and reach for the moon.
Let not the whispers of the past,
erase the visions of the future.
For I am not the reflections of yesterday.
I am merely the images of today
seeking to shine through,
the windows of tomorrow.
Shay White
Copyright 2000
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