~of Myst -n- Flight~
I dream of myst
an flight,
of strong arms
holding me in the night
~
His was the ship
whispering through my dreams,
never to anchor
but in the myst
~
My love but a breeze
for thy sails,
yet strong enough
to endure
~
Hale an bow to
the myst,
at its rising
~
Keeping my soul
imprisoned
within its darked
shadows
~
Unfurled wings
of gossamer white take flight
sail
.....oh sail thy heart to vast ports
~
For it is said
that freedom be yours
afore thy heart
be mine
©1998 Yashti
~Expedience~
Time was when men of honest
worth
were known for honest deeds.
But honesty is now in derth,
replaced by moments needs.
©Ken McAdams
(an exert)
The cold knocks loudly,
shivering the heart on it's hinges
Back, back to where we began,
And surely the sun will warm again
I can not stay where I have
been left,
For fear I will never return
© Ya§hti
