The inner voices
10 September 2016
Hunger spins
Fabric of demise
Unbridled
The crowds rise
Like the specks of deserts sands
Blow into new lands
Castles built
Upon edge of Truth
The minds free
Seek no glee
Within artificial gems
Pillars of the dark
Images
Born of the foresight
Hidden light
Pervades me
Millenary waters breed
The birth of my creed
Complex rings
Gather to anthems
The light brings
In lanterns
We roam inside minds’ circles
When dark encircles
Waters heal
Touch of the darkness
Distortions
To harness
The pathways to Heart reveal
New Kingdom to come
Silence breathes
The inner voices
Soul to soul
Talk to feel
The touch of fear to repeal
My staff my Heart weighs
Reading of the poem:
The Voice – Celtic Woman
Nella Fantasia – Celtic Woman
Walking in the Air – Celtic Woman
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