Friday, December 19, 2008
You are my everything.
O nce, long ago, we sat talking and looking into each others eyes wishing words were big enough and gaze could touch. It was as if we had to talk, as if we had to look, for the power of what danced in the inner mist was too great, too powerful and would overwhelm us if we were not to step it down to the limits of our abilities. I loved you in a way song could not celebrate, for the song would be prisoner to its own form. and what moved between us was bigger than the heart, and flowed endlessly...
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