Upon The Screen Was Written Upon The Screen Was Written, The words of a stranger : Whom did long for companionship; Desperately trying any means, to fill the void within themselves. The hours past swift and, wouldn't last: Each day was burdensome: Like unto the solar eclipse which, brings forth no light nor warmth. Yet; in the strangers heart, many did recognize themselves as belonging there. Upon The Wind Came The Song, Which Gently Took Away My Time. Did you ever see your shadow cry, at the eve of a day finally done? Have you casually glanced into a looking glass to observe a strangers life. All the while tis you who passes by; OR heard the echo's from your future's past. As it came riding upon the breezes mask? Nothing Is, As What Would Be. Ponder Dreams; The Elusive Thoughts. Waging a war, already lost. A single tear rolled From it's place. I saw no streak: I saw no face. Only darkness against the light Do not discern These things of me. Twas only a reflection, And sounds of laughter full of life But Not My Own: "Whom does know, "Shouldn't ever tell." But listen to the musical tones: They silence The cries of the living shadows. Written by : Sara Arlene Fisher Email LoriFLower LoriFlower Invites you to join. LoriFlower's Egroup It is an egroup of Where she send her Inspirational Pages Receive new pages and updates to site! View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook