Headown's Journal

This piece is dedicated and influenced by a person that has had nothing but beautiful encourgement in my poems. She has had such an intrest in them and always leaves me a special  note to make me feel good about them. Thank you so much Venge. You are truly a blessing to me. This one is for VENGE.

She stood here on the edge of the beginning and the end
The wind runs through her hair as the snow falls before her
And time sought to stop to keep her beauty
The light always finds her eyes
The heavens would bow before if asked
In my hands i craft the visions of life
And in her voice i can only hear a serene echo
An echo that sooths beasts back to slumber
And angels to fly higher than before
Her hands have painted the future
Take me hand and hand
Lead me to the world of blossoms and fall
Holding words within that are more precious than gold
The sun rays bounce to her eyes and light her face
And she closed them in peace and love