Villager
10-22-02, 07:01PM
Written, as ever, for Sarah, she who showed me love..
_ _ _ _
Through snow we travellers idle,
Lonely trails fading into night.
The clock keeps an artificial time,
And we who would, notice not.
Inside vague and friendly reprieve,
We strangers mingle light of heart.
From darkness climbs inspiring hope,
Chance or fate we never ask.
And so new life is gifted birth,
The tide of fortune touching shore.
Dew of morn adorns our beginning,
A path we follow, and always ours.
_ _ _ _
:c: Villager 2002
_ _ _ _
Through snow we travellers idle,
Lonely trails fading into night.
The clock keeps an artificial time,
And we who would, notice not.
Inside vague and friendly reprieve,
We strangers mingle light of heart.
From darkness climbs inspiring hope,
Chance or fate we never ask.
And so new life is gifted birth,
The tide of fortune touching shore.
Dew of morn adorns our beginning,
A path we follow, and always ours.
_ _ _ _
:c: Villager 2002