Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry
| Thoughts of leaving AS XXXIX October 2005 There's a wind that whispers willing hearts to listen. Drafting forth the daring, deeds have come a calling. Can I craft with sail horse keen, a path to yestre? Raising mind to rail and reap the mead of courage. On the trail with tears I toil, and wonder for the spirit. Seeking for a song that carries hoping. Nothing nears my vision needing hands and honor, Under wind bowl building boldness for the journey. Can you hear the heart beat heavy for the leaving? Can you ken the sorrow carried on the shoulders? Notes that fade and follow, failing in the distance. Treading on the trail that tenders to the morning. Written when I thought I was moving out of California to Ohio. That move had to be put off. |
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