| For Gandalf, My White Knight and Favorite Magician in Oz | |||||||||||||||||
| Gandalf, the Magician ... aka Mick. |
For The Magician.. Two thirsting souls on a common path, thus we joined together Storm-tossed, silent, fallen hearts search for meaning in Forever. Traveling distant through space and time, never finding mean Does heaven spare a place for lovers, in this world of dream? With lives so scattered across the miles, and hearts so intertwined In this new age grace of granting faith, lies the art of loving blind. Can two souls ever find their way, two hearts a song to sing? Do dreams once tossed, become uncrossed, borne aloft on angel�s wings. Each dawning day, the bond between this stoopid magician and fragile lover Gains more strength in strands of trust, woven deep within each other. None could have told what lie ahead, when first we met by chance. Each heartlight glows brighter, winged spirit soars higher, joined in eternal dance. � Wicazo Sa writings 1998 | ||||||||||||||||
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Gandalf lives in Australia, and he is the very first person I met when I first got on the internet. He is my bestest cyberbuddy, my White Knight and defender, and treasured friend. This page is for him, of poems I have written for him, and pictures of him and his Australia. Everyone should have someone like Mick in their lives, as lucky as I feel to have him in mine. Not a day goes by that I do not know that he cares for me. If someone were to ask me what is special about the internet, my White Knight would be the first thing to come to mind...... | Pool, with waterfall | ||||||||||||||||
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| Beachfishing ala Mick |
Things About You Things about you I'll never share. Those secret smiles and daylight hours. The things you do when I'm not there. I wonder what it is that holds you. What it is that keeps us apart. How I can love you completely, And not capture your heart. What is it like to have you? Why the chill when you're away? Questions, but no answers. Just waiting for the day. So it comes and so it goes. This marching on in time. Having you, and loving you. And yet, you cannot be mine � Wicazo Sa writings 1998 | ||||||||||||||||
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