Reflections
My thoughts... Are fingers caressing your mind. My thoughts... Are the sounds of autumn leaves on their twirling journey to the forest floor. My thoughts... are beacons of light in the night sky leading seeking anxious waiting travellers on their quests. My thoughts... are the shiny grains of magic sand blown into the night sky by Wendy to take me on a journey to Neverland. My thoughts... are cosmic rays, journeying into your soul, through your eyes like a cascading waterfall... Plunging down... Sign in to see full entry.