12 November 2008

A Day without the Sun

Just where I want to be:
after the first rains when the skies were at their lightest, just like dusk in the fields beyond a dark city, close to an Ivory Lava Field on a young planet where the families & friends sleep, While some of us wake with our arms around friends who are not in photos. We look for the dark river where the leaves are blood red and fall to the ground black and most virulent.

My story lives like a somber winter resembling an old heart. Solace changes the undertones of our time which carry the fires of our hearts in the warm night wind, we should not paralyze expression.

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chat with me sometime............