the space in wich i travel.....
open...
grant me...
Mists of Avalon....
grey mists of uncertainty.... i cannot go back...
with my "first"sadness i wait...
strong undercurrent/ placid and tranquil bay.....
measure my soul...tainted and tried.....no wrong or right.......
unveil my golden heart......let me pass grey veil.....Grey Mists of Avalon.
reveal my regret and my trusting ignorance....and inbred humility...
Your White Shores call in dreams....
deny passage,
revolk meaning,
i wait
your silence
i listen
to all
to you
to mother earth
your void
for passage....
bless you...
bless your time...
bless the veil that covers your secrets...
i wait with all grace and adoration....
let your uplifted and divine glance cross my travel this nite...
Avalon
I belive...
I yearn...
Gentle Hands deliver direction....
the compass heart i have seen.....glorius
this nite, this still water, this mist before me.....
Except me into your fabled and most revered dream........
ps. may faith find this traveller....
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