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There is something I feel deep inside of me as if intwined with my very essence. Sometimes I feel it as I lay alone in the dark, my mind drifting to the brink of the world of dreams. Sometimes I hear it when the wind howls and whistles through the hills; a solitary sound. I smell it in the deepens of autumn, the sweet decaying of life and the somber knowledge that it shall soon come to its peaceful death. When Scorpio reigns, the cycle of death and rebirth I know it. It lays in my subconscious. Omniscient. Omnipotent. There are no words to describe the incredible sorrow intermingling with the greatest beauty. It is always there on cloudless n

Feathery wings, silent they go silken as dawn pale as snow fluttering through the dark-black night Searching; always yearning for the light

When I dream I see the stars, in their endless cycle For infinty the heavens they light They do not car if I utter cruel words Or give money to the poor They just watch, ever-shining They just are, ever-being

The Horizon and the Sea Blending blues so-sweet and so-true No start nor end there can be The Horizon and the Sea

Pounding in my ears the echoing beats of my heart Silvery star-beams shine through the dark Bathing the surface of my soul in thousand-year light Soft wings flutter; a grey dove takes flight