In the cold fog light had alienated,
It seemed like a life time
I had waited,
The sound of promising words my heart could hear
but could not see,
a fire was born within,
of a reality.
Where is the path?, I must follow the
voice in the distance I hear,
I walk in that direction
the fog will not clear.
After a journey without the ability to
look where I am going,
A certainty overwhelms me and
I begin knowing
where I will soon be
is the place my heart knows of
Where I will become captivated in the
miracle of love..
Donna Lee 2008
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-22 01:53:22
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