As night descends, I sit under the light of the moon. A face circles inside twilight's greeting. Words whisper as they are swept away into the silken waterfall of illusion. A pause in the gap of time becomes nostalgic dust.
Below, the dark night pond will immerse every phrase letter by letter as they fall away into the unknown. The wind is compassionate as I drift to the tip of the earth to observe their meaning. It whispers of tomorrow’s kiss.
Life is not a book but a performance. Dreams are glamorous realities filled with gossamer thoughts. Wishes dance inside our minds as reality becomes the braided channel of life that runs deep inside our veins. Embrace each moment that you dare to dream.
June 26, 2009