Monday, June 18, 2007

Splashes of white light against a black canvas and moonlight glittering in the night sky and spilt red wine and hot molten wax and climbing to the roof of the tall tall house and looking up and looking down and laughing and chanting and sometimes just sitting quietly and staring in amazement and moments of awkwardness from not knowing what to do and gardens of bright light and visions of a place that no one else knows and I want to reach… and sometimes I remember why I could have been in love with you.