Tangled moonlight Deep sky, softly Sweeping desire Of love Silky eyes laughing Intricately weaving Reflection in a Silver spring Clouds among The rivers bend Dancing alone and Free there upon The midnights end A blowing breeze of times Surrounds the night in Purple song Caressing deeper touches Golden heaven of passion Softly sweeping Love ~~
I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart. Anne Frank 09*12*01
[This message has been edited by Greeneyes (edited 11-18-2001).]
The journies of life and love as seen by you is always such a wonderful treasure of time. I love the way you bring the freshness of your style and vision to us in such wonderful ways. Beautiful writing and an excellent read.
highways, & byways, for now