voices on the wind,
voices of the water,
as of the earth,
and fire,
come to me,
weave a pattern,
a pattern of life,
make my spirit stronger,
weave a pattern of light,
and of chaos,
weave the pattern of emotion,
continue the pattern of the future,
make all under you,
happiness,
sadness,
all under you,
move this pattern forward,
for we,
man,
are yours to move,
like threads of a loom,
and emotions of us,
as insignifigant as threads,
compared to the tapastry of fate,
all is as made by you,
we are not but strings,
the future not but to be woven yet,
continue to whisper to me,
great voices,
voices of gods...
made while listening to this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdFHGFkyew4
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~