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Katherine Symthe Poem
The echoes of the wind tell a story of the great white wolf,
Born of the stars, she chose to become human, to find the heart to be,
To be free, to realize in the moment of time, she was alive.
Until every incarnation she found her best friend, that would not bend.
Never a moment to be forgotten. Instead, the innocence whispered as celebration.
It was a contract of old, never to be forgotten. A message echoed that said I will never stop to find you in your darkest times nor the brightest of times. I shall carry you willingly, for you are the few that understand the true in the blue,
I will send an army to find you, so true, my friend, for my vows shall never bend. Until thee I shall fend for thee, the great white wolf vowed and bowed.
No distance can be covered that knows my honor,
I may have forgotten the way in the days of darkness unto me however for thee I said strong, said the wolf.
You are the best friend that said “look what I send. You are a god send”
Though I was sad, I never forgot what you said,
I shall never stop, for you are the light that takes flight.
Now reborn, I am born unto the light that takes flights.
Thank you, best friend, for you are the one whose hand did lend.
I may not have the human gifts of propriety; however, I shall always lift,
For unto thee, did you tell me,
I am me, and I tell thee, I shall be thy side of thee.
For unto all, I thank you, for all.
Words are the power for all.
Copyright © Katherine Symthe | Year Posted 2023
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Katherine Symthe Poem
Long have the nights gone by
Hiding within the shadows my soul nigh,
Carrying within my soul that which could be
That for a moment I could be free,
If only I could speak my soul words so pure,
A duel edge sword twice with a price to say
From my heart might pay,
The words I have not spoken
So you would not be broken,
No way so many say persay
That I am not the way,
Oh how I pray I might be your way,
I look upon you and see,
The ghosts of a life that might be
If only for a moment of time I could love thee,
A phoenix released to be free,
I would die to see you fly
A love as that of a morning dove,
See unto me a love upon my bended knee,
Unto the darkest night I would fight,
Oh the fears within my tears,
I would pay the price twice
A distant soul echo of old to love thee on bended knee
Copyright © Katherine Symthe | Year Posted 2018
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