Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Dreamweaver’s Arch
I trace the constellations as I see them reflected in your eyes. Everything that is you is a fire with water all in one, shrouded in the brilliance of interwoven mystery. In the glint of a moonbeam I catch a glimpse of all that is you in the night of Pegasus and in the day at Dreamweaver's Arch, I...
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