The Ivory Gate Of Dreams: VI. Whispers On The Wind

Misty morning on windswept plain
Embers of a fortress all that remain.
The seeds of life that burned within
Have flown like whispers on the wind.
From the sleepers world
I look toward darkening skys.
Through the violet haze of summer storms
The sun leaves tired eyes.



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Writer(s): Jim Matheos
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