June 9th, 2005
Light laces through the soft heat, and the clouds sing their forgotten songs while drifting with the whispering wind;
A new kind of happiness that now eludes me.Shrouded in Heavenly peace, one of the first tastes of summer tears falls from
my pours.
I wipe them from my brow before they can seep into the windows of my soul andIn patience and anticipation, I dream of the warm magic that will soon fall from
leave their metallic sting.
the musical ocean above me.
Thirsty for that first dream woven rain, an epiphany created by unregulated
thought and emotion melded together in harmony... the balance will move on.
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