QUOTE (spiritdust @ Nov 20 2007, 03:53 PM)

Silhouette of a dream against the midnight sky dreams of her weave through his mind she's like a ghost that comes through the mists he reaches out to hold her, she comes to him but she won't stay long before she drifts away once again for she's a free spirit that drifts through the night with a gypsy heart aflame she's the one he can't tame he yearns for her touch he yearns for the flames of desire that ignites the two he yearns for her heart that floats among the moon and stars And the light that she shines to guide him through the dark, cold, lonely nights if he could have her love he would be complete.
This is the sacred feminine