ASHEN WINDS
Love is likened to
the ashen winds ablow,
casting their blackness
into the constant flow.
All the communication
is now forever lost
with the barriers erected
without thought to the cost.
This routine of magic
casts its tragic spell,
to forever be imprinted,
and forever to repell.
By the warm sun's rays,
come shadows of the night,
jumping, flickering, fighting,
within our realm of sight.
In the unwritten wisdom,
Their secrets are untold,
But they will share our journey,
when the messages are sold.
copr. 1972 - Trinka Powers
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