A Whisper Floating On Evening Winds

A Whisper Floating On Evening Winds I am a mere shadow of Nature's awe Merest ghost of flesh, of all that I saw A whisper floating on evening winds A dreamer, with hopes of what life portends Yes the truth, a vain example I be A poor historian, with blinded eyes A shallow orb beneath wide blue-cast skies The vessel, container of blessed life Here in this time, this place, this fleeting hour I wake, truth seen in Nature's vast power. I am a mere shadow of Nature's awe Merest ghost of flesh, of all that I saw Robert J. Lindley, April 17th, 1973 Note: Dawn spoke, whispering, yes I am to be your friend. I am to serve you, that may one day never ends.