In a moment of slumber....
Of a sleepless night
In layers of dreams....
A streak of light
An endorsement
of a belief held.....
Not by logic
only felt
That all's not lost
Its never too late
To learn the trick
that'll twist the fate
We all know
Deep down inside
What all it takes
To turn the tide
Its only love
and love alone
In its purest form
If it is shown
A barrier of ice
It is bound to melt
None of your logic here
It has to be felt.
simple stories of a collection of little lives... all woven into one larger story and lived each day at a time... the feeling of the cool breeze on my face, and the wind ruffling my unruly hair...the story of watching the sun set over a green hill, beside a dark lake...reflections of moments on a bench, with our fingers entwined into each other's...the feeling of a lump in my throat as my children hold on to my hand on a rough patch on the road...or... of falling in love...all over again...
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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