Are our souls left to be in the dark, without light or passion? If without light, we cannot see. If without passion, could this be? Are things of love, things of happiness Doomed? Your poem has left me confused. Your poem has left me consumed. In my own innocence My soul has a more simple way. To love and to hold Yearning to live, yet another day
Love keeps the world smiling.
[This message has been edited by LarBear (edited 06-29-2000).]
Jeremiah got soul......and a good hand with the pen. Right on my brother!! Oh, sorry I was having a '60's flashback. Jeremiah...You blossom like a flower before me....your stuff just keeps getting better. Hardrock