Always Write
A pen and ink within my hand
The music of my soul
A rush of wind in sacred boughs
The place I loose control
Of distant lands, of golden hills
And not a soul but I
Hidden by the light of man
I see through crystal eyes
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2011
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