The wind moaning softly through the pines
Caressing the faces of the totems
The very winds which brought me here
To this sacred ground
Have now come to take me away
From my interim destination
Destiny said I should come here -
But that I should not remain
Winds murmuring through the totems
Also whisper to pyramids and skyscrapers
Sacred in their own right
So I must ride the magic carpet
And as the wind howls through the totems,
Beckoning and enticing,
I hear my name and follow
©2001 poetheart