vincennes, in usa
all of my life i had been searching for something;
what it was i wan't sure.
i often had this feeling of being followed, but every
time i turned around there was nothing there.
many times while walking down the street i would stop,
thinking i had heard someone call my name.
or when the wind would cry outside my windowpane it would
call and i would answer, but no one was there.
sometimes, i would feel this something during the early dawn
when the birds would be singing.
at those times, i could almost touch it, but it was always
elusive, ever slipping away.
then one day while walking through the woods i stopped
and listened. and i heard it,
and could feel it. i had come full circle
because what i had been chasing was my soul.
~ celtic rose, 1988 ~
[This message has been edited by sheba57 (edited 07-12-99).]