Each strand of sunlight
Refracted and bent through
Every crystalline structure
Blinding purity, so vast
When I step inside I cannot
See, when I close my eyes
There is only white light
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Wishes
You follow me beneath a pastel sky
Our bare feet crashing through the dirt
We taste the honeysuckle air
Running for what seems forever
Then the sun dips below the mountains
We lie still, the grass pricking our skin
We watch the nightime sky an make
Our wishes for the future
Our bare feet crashing through the dirt
We taste the honeysuckle air
Running for what seems forever
Then the sun dips below the mountains
We lie still, the grass pricking our skin
We watch the nightime sky an make
Our wishes for the future
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