Tuesday, August 03, 2004

In my mind, skipping stones lightly across the water, I watch the surface break and it is incredible to exist in a single moment, just being still and breathing and touching.

Bring me up
Keep me high
I want to put
My lips to your ear
And whisper
“come on baby….
Let’s fly…….”

Nothing up unto the day they met matters. She has her story and he has his and the expression of such hopefully only gains each an understanding of the other.