A gentle dance, a soft embrace.
I know to listen, the night wind calls.
Perchance to follow, boundless dark.
But angry words she does now say
Why I left her and went astray
I answer not, might soon she forget?
The East Wind beckons and I regret.
I whisper 'peace' in the ancient tongue
And let her see that we are one.
I send her back on to her land
with a longing heart and visions grand!
Copyright 2004
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