If you could only see me from the inside out...running in a field of flowers amid the morning dew...Supping white wine inside my thoughts...if only
Saturday, May 2, 2009
The air is alight with angels. They float as mist across the outer edges of my eye. I blink to sweep them into veiled places. They trace my cheek with whispers. They line my soul from the inside out with images of love. My dreams are filled with mirrors. I gaze into the deepest colors of my soul. Somewhere in the distance, I feel the invisible arms of God's Son. I slumber......................