Post by Mattisa Mousethief on Jul 25, 2003 20:22:36 GMT -5
The First of Mine to be published, it holds a special meaning to me so please don't say anything bad about it, I don't care if you hate it, just don't tell me ok?
The Windmaker
Entrancing sounds
And whispering wings
Haloed angels
The Windmaker sings
A frosty hand
Laid on a cheek
A hidden voice waits
For someone to seek
Once upon a time
Stories took form
One person’s words
Ended the storm
A girl cried out
No answer replied
That’s the night
Her dreaming died
She sailed without wind
She cried with no tears
She lived in the past
She scared her own fears
Entrancing sounds
And powerful kings
Spiritual visions
The Windmaker sings
The Windmaker
Entrancing sounds
And whispering wings
Haloed angels
The Windmaker sings
A frosty hand
Laid on a cheek
A hidden voice waits
For someone to seek
Once upon a time
Stories took form
One person’s words
Ended the storm
A girl cried out
No answer replied
That’s the night
Her dreaming died
She sailed without wind
She cried with no tears
She lived in the past
She scared her own fears
Entrancing sounds
And powerful kings
Spiritual visions
The Windmaker sings
