Thursday, December 27, 2012



The mountains sing
whisper & dream
and call all souls
to a magical stream.
The fabled beings
that no one knows
call out their lives
as the strange winds blow.
We gather together
to feel the earth speak
the stars dance & shine
and through the skies streak.
They speak through our voices
chanting & moan
everchanging colors
enchanted stones.
I follow my soul
astral paths in the skies
I see beauty & truth
leave behind heartache & lies.
Now no one can follow
my fast-fading trail
my colors are hidden
I show only pale.
     -- Shayla Kwiatkowski, 1987

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