To the night,
To the silent water;
I'll run across the moon-kissed lands
Until dawn returns again.
To the sunrise,
To the golden wake of morning;
I'll keep walking this path
Until my purpose has come to pass.
I wish to remember my dreams,
To meditate upon unfound songs;
To hear the unconscious voice
Until the unwritten saga is released.
What inspiration is there in the cities,
The clutter of too many people;
To the cool of nature,
Where my mind can wander and soar.
To the fields,
To the frost;
A new season is stirring-
A new season of my mind,
Of inspiration and of time:
"You must write the truths you discover.
You must write."
Victoria B.
Nov. 4th, 2009















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