The end of fear
is drawing near
as with a sigh
I listen to the whisper
of the wind on high

and an iridescent tone
in pure vibration's zone
rises from the clear blue sky
for harmony is nigh

and the symphony of life
sings out my name
as this clear and windy
autumn day that claims
pure heaven here on earth
for life has given birth
to soul

and fear becomes the tremor
'neath the beat that will repeat
in constancy the motion
that becomes our destiny...


Copyright© 1999 Michaelette L. Romano
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